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ellaa-writes · 7 months

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The Beast Within

author note: Part 1. Part 2 here. I wrote something close to this story on my first blog but I decided to redo it and maybe make it into a series? Anyways Alpha König is back! Alpha König headcanon can be found here. Will help with understanding this König. masterlist

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: 18+ only, slightly dub-con/non-con. Kidnapping vibes, Alpha/Omega dynamics. Female reader Mentions of alcohol and blood. Marking/biting. This is an Alternative Universe (which will be expanded). No smut in this but their will be eventual smut. vague mentions of nudity. Not proof read.

This was dangerous but it was exhilarating. The adrenaline coursing through your body gave you the sweetest high. You were in a packed night club somewhere in central Europe. The special blend of herbs and modern day pharmaceuticals that your best friend Kalina gave to you earlier, helping to mask your true identity. You were an Omega, which is very rare in this day and age. And there had to be at least hundreds of Alphas packed into this dimly lit club, bodies grinding on bodies. The musky smell and loud music filling the air.

Your friends got a private table on the 2nd floor, above the dance floor you were currently looking down on. You should be at home, preparing for you next heat that is only a couple of days away. But you've had a rough week at work, wanting nothing more but to feel the buzzing numbness from the alcohol. Turning back to your friends, one of them sliding a shot glass in your direction. Grabbing it and holding it in that air with the others. Bringing it to your lips and savouring the burning liquid. Joining the rest in slamming the small glass back in the table. One of your friends already trying to flag the bottle girl down for another round of shots. You sink was feeling warm and sticky, the alcohol doing its job. You closed you eyes for a second, enjoying the music and the vibration it sent through your body. But there was something else, something different.

It began creeping up your slow spine, goosebumps forming in its path up to the back of your neck. Where it bit down and stung, your reflexes acting out you touched your neck. Trying to find any indication you were bitten, but there was nothing. That strange feeling was sitting heavy in your stomach, it was either the 3 shots and 2 margheritas you had or the world was about to end. You slowly turned back towards the dance floor, but it wasn't down below. It was sitting across, in another private section. His eyes were burning flames of ember staring into you with such a fierceness that it scared you a bit. Your best friend reached out touching your arm which snapped you out of the trance you were in. Bringing you back to your surroundings. She looked at you with concern "You feeling ok?" she began rubbing her hand up and down your arm. You gave her a smile, nodding you head "Yeah, yes... I'm good. Just getting a little warm that's all." you let her know. A few of your friends began cheering when the server brought over another tray of shots. Making you and her to laugh, joining in and grabbing the glass from the tray before it was lifted away." Hold on, wait up. I just wanted to say, that I love you all so much and let's all hopefully get laid tonight. Alright, good!" Meave said, she was the oldest out of your group. Her gorgeous red hair danced around her shoulders while she did her speech, looking right into your eyes when she mention getting laid. Which made you blush, feeling a little embarrassed that she even said that. But it wouldn't be true to Meave. Her and Kalina are cousins, after meeting Kalina in year 1 you three became inseparable. "Oh don't listen to her babe." another one of your other friends whispered into your ear, making you giggle. You took the shot, setting the glass back down. You all but almost forgot about the stranger staring you down. But another stinging bite at the base of your neck, making you jump and yulp out of shock. Kalina and Maeve looking at you with concern. "I think something bit me" you yelled out, making a few of them laugh. You didn't notice it, when Kalina found the same eyes you saw earlier. The same uneasy feeling washed over her, she knew what he was. She could feel the power radiating off of the Alpha, but he wasn't just any ordinary Alpha. He was an Apex Alpha, she knew you were in danger. Apex Alphas were stronger than a normal Alpha, not just in psychical strength but mentally too. Their senses highented, making them damn nearly a God. At one point in history they were viewed as the closest thing to a demi-God, many believing they were the most special, having the blood and DNA of the gods running through them.

She grabbed you arm quickly standing up and pulling you up with her. Laughing you asked her "What's going on" trying to balance in the heals that Meave borrowed to you. "We need to go, like right now." she began pulling you towards the stairs, ignoring the calls from the others. She lead you down the steps, through the bodies and to the entrance of the club. "Hold up, Kalina. What the hell is going on." you tried pulling back, to slow her down but her grub only got stronger while she dragging through the exit and out onto the street. "Hey Kalina, talk to me." you tried getting in front of her. Trying to get her attention, but Kalina was in flight mode. Searching the street for any sign of taxi, when she found one she marched right over with you still in tow. Banging in the front passenger window, catching the driver off guard. "Are you running?" she asked quickly, the driver bossing his head and unlocking the door. "Hurry, get in. Quickly." she said while opening the back seat door and shoving you in. "Kalina what the fuck is going on." you asked while she closed the door. Reaching for the window down button. "Please get home and lock up immediately. I'll tell you later." she told you. She then went back to the front window and gave the driver your address before he quickly pulled away from the street and towards the direction of your small apartment.

You sat in the back seat, confused and starting to feel sick. The alcohol turning into bricks in your stomach.

Kalina watched has the taxi drove away, praying you'd get home safe and listen to her and lock up. Hoping that the Alpha would lose your sent. She turned back towards the club, noticing the Alpha storming out. His nose high in the air, sniffing you out. His eyes snapped towards her, her own fear taking over. She should have gotten in the car with you, but now she's in the path between a angry honey alpha and sweet omega pussy. She always pittied you, when you were young and coming into puberty. She could smell the changes happening to you, they were different than hers. She was a simple beta, but you became an omega. She knew the rarity of it, she also knew the risk of began one. Many of the omega being snatched up, nothing more than breeding machines to produce more alphas, female or male. She began helping you mask your smell at a young age and disguising yourself as a beta.

Sticking her head up high and ignoring the heated look he was giving her. She began to make her way back inside, but not before being pulled to the side by a pair of very thick solid fingers. The alpha had her corned, looking down at her. His nostrils flaring with anger, his chest rising and falling. He was trying to control himself, trying to push the animal that was inside him down. "Where is she." he said in between breaths. Kalina yanked her arm back "None of your business, now will you please excuse me." she began to move past the alpha but he grabbed her again. "Get off me." she yelled. Causing the bouncer and a few others to look in their direction. "You can't hide her forever." he called out to Kalina as she disappeared back inside. She hoped he was wrong.

You made your way inside you one bedroom apartment. Closing the door and locking in behind you. Your feet were sore and your head felt heavy. Walking into your kitchen to grab and glass of water. Standing in the dark, debating if you should wash your face or deal with the consequences in the morning. Refilling the glass you slowly walked to your small bathroom, turning the light on which made you wince. Pulling your hair back and using your expensive cleanser, one of the few things you splurge on. You found yourself kicking off the heals and peeling the tight dress you hand on off and falling into your bed. Only wearing the silky panties you had on, pulling the blankets down and over your body. Sleep found you quickly, drifting off into dreamland.

You woke a few hours later to what sounded like banging. You sat up in your bed, the blanket having fallen to your hips. Your tits out in the open, the air was cold causing your nipples to perk up. Listening in the dark for anymore noises and not hearing anything else you laid back down. Snuggling into your pillow, ready to fall back to sleep. But you heard your bedroom door slowly creak open. Your eyes snapped open, every hair on your body standing straight up. The same stinging from earlier made its way to the base of your neck again.

You instinctively reached out to your phone, but before you could full grab it. It was thrown across the room and you were flipped over on your back. The blanket that was covering your chest now on the floor. Thick hard fingers found themselves around your throat. The same burning ember eyes from the club were looking down at you. You didn't get a good look at him before, but you could see him clearly now. He was massive, not only in size but also in height. His head had to be nearly touching the ceiling. He was looking at with with such intense lust, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smirk. "I found you." was all he said before he removed his hand from your throat and brought his mouth to replace it. You could feel his hot breath fanning out over you jaw and down your chest. He pushed his nose into the vein that ran down the side, lightly licking its trail down to your crease were you neck net your shoulders. He paused a bit before he opened his jaw and bit down hard. Causing you to screaming and thrash, trying to push this gaint off of you. The trance you were in breaking and the panic and fear consuming you. Your screams got louder before his hand found its place over your mouth. "Shhh, darling. It's ok, I found you. Your safe now." he whispered into the side of your temple. Having released your neck, you could feel the blood drip down your back and onto the sheets below you. You began feeling dizzy, your vision getting blurry. He was still cooing into your temple, lightly kissing it and brushing his free hand over your hair. Trying to easy your fear and pain. You were stronger than he thought, fighting his trance once again. Once he felt you go limp in his arms, he let you go. Moving towards your closet, pulling out a shirt to cover you up with. He needed to cover you up, he knew if he didn't he would lose control. The beast in him still snarling and growling to get out.

#könig #modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #konig #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #könig x reader #konig x reader #König au #Alpha König #modern warfare 2 #a/b/o dynamics

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aphrogeneias · 6 months

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sympathy for the devil — one-shot

pairing: vampire!eddie munson x slayer!reader x werewolf!steve harrington

summary: during a normal night of your slayer duties, a familiar pair pays you a visit.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut (+18), graveyard sex, semi-public sex, threesome, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, praise and degradation, slight choking, eddie is a little mean.

author's note: this was written for the prompt "vampires and werewolves" of my 2023 kinktober entries list. i hope you enjoy it! this au will be expanded in the future.

The fascinating thing about cemeteries at night is not the haunting atmosphere, or the shadows made by the architecture, nor is it the art gracing the stone walls of the tombs and crypts. It’s the sound of the wind coursing through empty corridors between the gravestones, like a low and ever present symphony, a calming presence throughout the night.

On a slow, autumn night, you find it almost comforting. While you sit on top of one of the many tall tombs, clutching on your fluffy coat sleeves to keep you warm, the air current resonates around you and keeps your senses focused. The heavy crossbow strapped to your back does the rest.

A Slayer’s night life is much more interesting in theory. In reality, it requires a lot of planning, sitting and waiting, and it has been your routine since the tender age of fifteen - it got awfully boring sometimes. The dark of the night and the creatures that dwelled in it did not scare you anymore. You’re the one they should be scared of.

Not that there’s anything to scare tonight, except for the occasional roach roaming the ground and startling you whenever you catch a glimpse of them. Are Vampire Slayers allowed to fear insects?

Please, don’t tell anyone.

A rustling in the grass catches your attention. It’s approaching fast and steady, therefore it means one of two things: either a normal human who has nothing better to do on a tuesday night, or something else looking for trouble. You know it’s not a new vampire — the ones you were waiting for this evening — because the newly undead are slow and confused when fresh out of the grave. These heavy steps were already right behind you.

You jump out of the tomb, fast reflexes whipping out your crossbow and promptly aiming at your unknown target. As a warning, for now. You aren’t the shoot first, ask questions later kind of girl.

At the sight of you — chin raised, eyes fierce, crossbow at the ready — the target in question smiles. Full on, white teeth and sharp fangs.

“Missed me?”

The sight makes your knees weak, and not in a good way.

“What are you doing here?”

Eddie Munson looks exactly like he did when he crawled out of whatever hell hole he fell in 1986. Not that you know from experience, you weren't there, but it was obvious. The messy, shaggy hair cut, unruly curls you regrettably dreamed of pulling on again. All the leather, latex and spikes, the a-little-too-tight denim. The devil may care attitude that may have outcasted him one day, now just more of a nuisance than anything.

Despite his carefreeness, you'd seen his scars. He didn't go down without a fight, and whoever sired him wasn't just a regular vampire. It reeked of something far more sinister than what you were used to.

Maybe that's why you'd grown soft on him.

He shrugs. "We were in town. Thought we'd pay a visit to our favorite girl."

You're yet to see the other person Eddie was referring to, but make no mention of it. It's less complicated this way — after numerous encounters with Eddie, you learned that it's better to speak less, lest he uses what you said against you.

When you don't respond, he merely steps closer. His head tilts to the side, curls falling down his shoulder. There's a small lift to the corner of his lips. Asshole. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Happy is an overstatement. Just glad you're here and not wreaking havoc somewhere else."

Eddie chuckled, deep in his throat. You can't deny the effect it has on you. "Are you gonna watch over me? Keep vigil? I could think of better ways to spend our time."

"I could kill you." There is no conviction in your voice, but your eyes remain harsh and your face guarded. “Stake to the heart, problem solved.”

There is, however, a lot of conviction in Eddie's. “You wouldn’t.” In defiance, he draws closer and closer to you, the wooden tip of the arrow triggered in your crossbow digging into his chest, but not hard enough to break through. Despite yourself, you lower your weapon little by little, until it lays useless between the two of you.

“You would miss me too much.” The vampire’s low voice right below your ear, his chest now brushing yours. You hope he can’t hear your growing faster by the second, like a hummingbird stuck inside your ribcage, but you know it’s too late for that. His lips touch your earlobe with every word uttered. “Besides, if you kill me, then who’s gonna make you cum like I do?”

Another voice comes from behind you, startling your already withered nerves. "I don't know. I think I could handle that on my own just fine."

There he is.

Steve Harrington isn't usually as much of a thorn on your side as his partner is. You'd met him in high school, almost a decade ago. Rich parents, cute girlfriend, royalty status — he disappeared one cold October night after your graduation and returned with an excessively hairy problem every full moon.

He doesn't look like the stereotypical werewolf. Clean cut, polo shirts and pressed jeans. His luscious hair always coiffed to perfection. Some things never change.

You're not sure how or when they've met, but Eddie had been a problem since before you took the mantle of the Slayer, a local legend and an overall menace. He'd show up, make a mess and you were there to pick up the pieces, every time.

Eddie took advantage of your soft heart, and used it to toy with you. Play with his food, in his own words. You hate it when he says that, but you can't help but agree deep down. You've been his — their — plaything one too many times, and this time looked no different.

You turn around slowly, crossbow forgotten at your feet. "I was wondering when you were gonna show up."

Eddie leans closer to you, chest to your back. He's cold, but you feel the sleek fabric of his leather jacket through your coat. "So, you missed him, but not me?"

"Didn't say that." You roll your eyes, always impatient around him, even as he runs his nose over your pulse point, going against your every rule, every survival instinct. "It's just that, these days, where there's one, there's the other."

Steve is in front of you in a moment, caging you between them. "And we're here just for you." Caramel eyes with a tinge of yellow smile at you, his nose brushing yours.

It hasn't been that long since the last time you've seen them. Now, between them again, flashbacks of a late night in your room, the open window welcoming the night air in as they took you, shadows dancing on the walls of your bedroom.

"Aren't you two sweet?" You mock them. Though your breathing has picked up and you know they could hear just how fast your heart is beating, the faux sweet tone of your voice drips with venom. "What are you really doing here? I don't have all night."

"She doesn't believe us, Steve. What will it take to convince her?" Eddie's deep voice strokes something inside of you. At the same time, his hands travel under your coat, to the slope of your waist, keeping you rooted in place.

"You know what it takes." Steve's hands, warm in contrast with Eddie's cold ones, wander under your breasts, then down to your jeans, settling on pulling you by the belt loops. "Touch her the right way and she'll stop fooling herself."

"Fooling myself?" Your arms are still limp by your sides, but their hands keep moving, igniting your body.

"I know you want this, sweetheart. You know it too, but you keep fighting it like this is the first time all over again." Eddie is practically purring behind you, "Let go. Let us take care of you."

You don't get to answer. Steve's lips are on yours, and your bodies are moving in sync, like a choreographed dance. You know each other's moves, each other's cues, what makes the other tick. Eddie is running his mouth across the expanse of your neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin under your ear, and down between your neck and shoulder.

It makes you pull on Steve's hair harder and in turn, he moans into your mouth, but doesn't stop kissing you. That's until you feel Eddie's sharp teeth dragging on the skin of your neck, not hard enough to break it, but enough to make every nerve stand in attention.

"Eddie," you whisper, strength slipping through your fingers at every touch of the vampire behind you, "no biting, please."

He chuckles, "Someday you're gonna admit you want this."

Steve nuzzles your cheek with his nose, "Eds, let her be."

"She knows it's gonna feel as good for her as it would for me." He turns you around, away from Steve's arms into his, "But that's okay, I can wait."

The kiss he leaves on your lips is an uncharacteristically sweet one. "I still need a taste of you, though."

Lost in his voice, in the smell of cologne and the cigarettes you don't know why he insists in smoking, in the flash of red in his deep brown eyes — predator luring in their prey — you feel yourself being manhandled by four hands, laying you down the elevated tomb you were previously sitting on.

You let go.

You let go like the last time, and the time before that. You've denied yourself too many things before, but this is yours, and as conflicted as you feel, it still feels good.

It feels good when Eddie lays you down, the cold of the stone beneath you giving way to the scorching hot feeling taking over your insides, the tingle on your lower tummy when he removes your jeans along with your underwear.

"You're cute when you're all docile like this, y'know?" He's kissing up your thighs, leaving a trail of spit to the crease of your hip, almost where you need him the most. "Cute, little Slayer, on her back for me."

"Fuck you, Munson." You bite back.

"I'm trying to, baby. Will you let me?" Another kiss is laid to your mound, just above your clit. You let out a shaky breath, vaguely aware of Steve standing just beside you.

"Just get over with it." You mumble through your teeth.

Eddie doesn't waste time. His rough hands are cold on your thighs, keeping then spread open, but his tongue is wet and soft, delivering long licks from your entrance to your clit, flattening his tongue on it. He alternates between licking and sucking, slurping on it, like the slick that it's pouring from your pussy feeds him just as well as your blood would.

Bucking your hips into his face, you whine to the skies above you. Looking to your side, you reach out for Steve, who watches you with haze filled eyes. It's a wordless conversation — you reach for his belt, pulling him by it, and he helps you unfasten it.

He's hard when you pull him out of his boxers, and the size of it never ceases to impress you. Steve pumps his length in his hand as he watches Eddie eat you out, his partner moaning into your pussy and making you moan in turn. "Take your time, honey."

You do. When his hips are right in front of your face, you start by giving kitten licks to his head, and taking it in your mouth to suck on it. Steve blushes a pretty pink, and there's the yellow flash in his eyes again, glimmering in the night.

It's a push and pull between the three of you. You take Steve in your mouth, inch by inch as Eddie feasts on your pussy, taking a minute to lift your shirt up, but still leaving your coat on. You're practically bare, Eddie's hands wandering over your body, tugging and pulling on your tender flesh, as you gag on Steve's cock.

Deep down, you wonder what someone would think if they wandered in on you like this. Deep down, you can't bring yourself to care.

"Look at what a good girl you can be. You just choose not to." Eddie coos from between your legs, just before sucking your clit between his plush lips, making you cry out. "You want to be a good girl for us. You fucking love it."

"Don't fight it, baby." Steve's voice is wrecked, but the movements of his hips don't falter. You feel him twitch deep within your throat. "Fuck, you're making me feel so good. Your mouth is heaven."

"This pussy is heaven too. Can't believe you want to deny me this." Eddie complains, but still pleases you, two of his fingers curling inside of you as his mouth leaves you for a moment. "I'm going to hell anyway, the least you can do is give me what I want."

If you had your mouth free, you would think of something clever to say — but you couldn't, because his long fingers felt too good against the spot that your toes curl and your eyes blur, and his mouth is back to assaulting your clit with quick flicks of his tongue.

You want to warn that you're close, but you can't, because Steve is pulling your hair and coming in your mouth as you suck him dry, the slurping noises spurring all three of you on. His moans cease as you swallow his spend, and his thumb comes to, almost too tenderly, wipe the rest that spills down your chin.

Your eyes plead to him, and Steve says, "Eds, I think she's close."

"Then cum, sweetheart. You can cum, it's okay. Let me have it."

It feels like you're exploding when he delivers on final, long suck to your sensitive, puffy clit. A silent scream comes from your opened mouth, lips forming a perfect 'o'. Your thighs lay limp on each side of Eddie, and he makes his way up your torso. Steve pulls himself into his pants again, and leans down too. They're each watching you with something strange in their gaze, too soft for the lust that permeates you, the smell of sex strong and vibrant still.

"Can we… can we go back to my place, please?" You plead when you regain your voice. "Anyone can see us here."

"Now, what's the fun in that, little Slayer? Scared that they'll see how much of an obedient slut you are for us?"

"You're the obedient slut, Munson."

His hand goes to your neck and squeezes. "We'll see about that."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steddie x reader #steddie x you #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #kinktober 2023

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libraryraccoon · 1 month

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Kk so I am too lazy to write on my own but I have come up with a pretty good day dream scenario that you can write for ( I might also do it but maybe not).

But a police officer with a strong sense of justice goes to hell and starts trying to organize after spawning in one of the worst areas in hell, even the overlords are hesitant to go in there. But as they gain more and more power the area to clean up expands.

Their really not a bad person , one of the only reasons their there is because they had premarital sex . ( They banged someone's wife when drunk).

Was killed by the husband by a shot in the chest. Now resemble a fox because of their wit and inganuty.

( in sry if it's too specific but you can cut out anything u don't want)

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Message from Raccoon : I try to write a police officer!reader, but i'm pretty sure it's bad.

TW : Reader is in Hell 2 years before the series, 🟣 (one time mentionned), violence.

General Headcanon

In your lifetime you were a police officer, and a good one at that.

But unfortunately, one day you died and arrived in hell.

The person you loved was cheating on their partner with you. They didn't like it and killed you.

You are now in Hell.

Hell sorely lacked justice, but it's okay, you will rectify it.. :)

Vox didn't like you. Like, really.

He heard about you after you nearly beat Valentino to death.

Why did you beat Valentino ? Because he was a 🟣, forcing people to prostitute themselves, and more.

You also beat Velvette a bit because she created the love potions.

So yes, he didn't like you.

He start to hate you when you broke his head/tv when you saw him manipulating people..

It's hell ! What did you expect ?! Everyone manipulates !

A violent police officer. This is what you were.

You killed everyone who did things against your morals... in one month you killed more than the exterminators ever did.

Adam sees you as a sort of rival/person on his level.

Alastor find you entertained.

You were the only one in Hell with a moral, so you were interesting.

He also finds it very interesting that you manage to beat 3 Overlords and that 2 Overlords (Carmilla and Zestial) consider you their equal.

He wanted to come talk to you, but he decided not to after seeing you kill a demon with an angelic weapon because they were cannibals.

Compared to what you might think, he have a sense of self-preservation.

When you arrived at the hotel, as part of security, Alastor was a little scared..

Especially when you pointed your gun at his forehead, where the hunter had shot, killing him when he was alived.

Bonus point if you are a dog demon, he is really scared and wonders if you want to reproduce his death.

Husk love you and love the fact that you can scared Alastor, he live for seeing that man being your victim.

Niffty love you, she think you are a real bad boy ! RIP

You and Vaggie get along well, you both know that not everyone can be redeemed (looking at Alastor from a distance) and you know how fucked up Hell is.

But you help Charlie because some still have a chance to redeem themselves (looking discreetly at Sir Pentious).

Sir Pentious was afraid of you at first, but in the end he start to like you.

You always get him out of the worst situations, I can imagine that you saw Vox try to use his power on Sir Pentious when he was a 'spy', and you directly destroyed the watch by throwing a knife at it.

Sir Pentious didn't even notice you were here-

After that, a long conversation followed about why we should not harm the Hotel and its residents and avoid the Vees.

Sir Pentious thanked you very much for that by the way.

After that Vox received a little visit from you..

If it wasn't for Charlie stopping you from killing him, he would have died instead of just being injured/broken.

Vox spent a week in repair/hospital.

Angel Dust adores you.

Every time you accompany him to work, strangely Valentino gives him the day off..

Yeah, he takes you with him whenever you can.

Even if you hate the Overlords, you are one of them.

Overlord D/N (demon name), the Police Officer of Hell.

Carmilla loves it when you are at meetings, the other Overlords (*cough* Vees *coughs*) are always calm when you are here.

You 🤝 break into Lucifer's house.

Yeah, because well before the hotel, 3 days after your arrival, you break into Lucifer's house.

Why ? Because you found unacceptable that he didn't manage Hell and let the demons do all they want.

You didn't expect to find yourself faced with a depressed father whose wife left 5 years ago and who he no longer really has contact with his daughter.

You had to play therapist and friend.

Literally you were giving him therapy sessions in exchange of him letting you stay at his house.

You don't even have a degree in therapy.

Lucifer considers you as his lifeline. He clings to you for dear life, metaphorically and literally.

Hurt this man and the next day you will find his corpse-

Is this a healthy friendship ? No, but are you going to ignore this fact and pretend everything is normal ? Yes.

You have changed his point of view on demons, in the sense that some, not all but some, can be redeemed.

I headcanon that you repaired Charlie and Lucifer's relationship, and that before the series.

Greatest dad didn't happen, sorry everyone.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x gn reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel vaggie #vox hazbin hotel #valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #husk #husker #niffty #alastor #angel dust #hazbin hotel adam #Raccoon is writing

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daughterofcain-67 · 2 months

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𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝓅𝓉 1

(Dean Winchester x Artist/Bartender!Female Reader)

(𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 2) (𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 3)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You’re an artist that fell in love with a mysterious boy right before college. Then he left without any way to contact him. Decades later you’re an artist/bartender and you’re surprised to see who comes walking through the door.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none that I can think of.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I have no idea who actually did the cover art for The Prince of Thorns, King of Thorns and Emperor of Thorns by Mark Lawrence, the comic illustrations of the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson, or Cinder by Marissa Meyer. But I loved the artwork for the cover art and illustrations, so they deserve all the credit for their creativity. ((The artwork and references to the books is just to use to build Y/N’s portfolio, I do not own any of the artworks.))

It wasn’t easy being an artist. And it didn’t help that you seemed to be a starving artist at that. Everything seemed to have been done already. You supposed that your creative mind wasn’t as unique as you originally thought it would be.

You had countless sketchbooks in your home, just on one of your many bookshelves, purely dedicated to the sketchbooks you’ve had over the years. You’ve been sketching and drawing for as long as you can remember. You picked up on using water color and oil pastels sometime in high school when you were being experimental with your styles. But over the years you found that your luck expanding on your career was sort of a fifty fifty shot.

When someone hadn’t commissioned you to paint a wall of theirs, or if you weren’t working on a cover for some author - which was also another rare opportunity - You spent your time working at a bar in Wisconsin. It was some way to make some money after all, plus you did get to meet some pretty interesting people.

As for tonight, it was just another Thursday night for you and you were on your break. With that being said, you had your sketchbook out and you were sketching yet again.

Lately, in your personal sketchbook, you would draw the familiar face of a man you used to know. One that probably didn’t even remember your name, but you’d always remember his. You’d always remember his beautiful eyes that reminded you of the green forest, or the way his smile would light up any room he’d step into. You could remember the smell of his leather jacket, or the way that unusual pendant looked a little too good around his neck. You could still remember the sound of his laugh, or the flirtatious little tone and his mischievous smirk. He was a man you knew you could never forget, even after all these years.

“Drawing that mystery man of yours again, Y/N?” A work friend of yours named Danielle asked.

You glanced up at her while she adjusted her glasses and sat in front of you, “He’s no mystery.. just a memory.”

“You know, if you really can’t forget about him then maybe you should look for him.” She suggested and you shook your head.

“That’s not possible. Even when we first met during the summer before my freshman year of college, he was always traveling around with his father. It was a part of his career. And if anything, the guy’s still going it. They always traveled around the country.” You explained and Danielle pouted a little.

“You mean you can’t even track down what business it was? Not even by phone number or anything? Some company they ran.” She said and you rubbed the back of your neck.

“Did he even tell you what kind of business he was a part of?” You shook your head.

“No… he was really secretive and he always told me he didn’t want to freak me out. A part of me wonders if he didn’t trust me. Then after like two weeks together he ghosted me.” You admitted.

“And you’re still obsessing over him? Come on, you’ve really got to let it go. If he was that much of a douche to ghost you and if he didn’t even leave you a way to contact him, then you have got to move on.” Danielle told you and you knew deep down she was right.

You looked down at the picture again of your ‘mystery man’ as Danielle liked to call him. Just as you were about to put the pencil to your paper once more, Danielle’s hand got in the way and she dragged the book across the table and rotated it so she could take a look at your work.

“Okay, this guy can’t actually be real. No one is that attractive.” She said with a chuckle before she looked up at you once more.

“So what did you say his name was again?” She asked as she handed you the sketchbook again.

“Dean… Dean Winchester.”

“Dean… Not a bad name I guess. Better than like Brad or something.” She laughed.

“Any chance that he’s a reader? Maybe he’s seen your cover art on some books.” You shook your head.

“No, he’s not much of a reader. His brother is a reader though so.. maybe? Although who knows if Sam would read any of the books I’ve done the artwork for.” You shrugged, unsure if Sam read any fantasy novels or science fiction.

“His brother’s name is Sam? That’s a little anticlimactic isn’t it? Is it short for something?”

“I don’t think it’s anticlimactic. Simplistic. And no, I don’t think it’s short for anything, but I never really asked Dean about it. Never met Sam.”

“Hey! Y/N! Danielle! Y’all can’t leave me by myself, I just got here!” A second voice said and that was your other friend, Callie. She had a bit of a southern twang in her voice that was definitely different compared to your other coworkers.

You and Danielle both laughed and you got up from your seat. You closed your sketchbook and went back to the back of the bar to put your sketchbook in your backpack. Then you began to resume your shift. The sooner the night was over with, the sooner you could go home and maybe check your emails and see if anyone has reached out to you for any projects.

The next several hours went by and it was closing time at the bar. You walked out of the bar with the two coworkers.

“Have you two heard the news yet about the Nelson’s wife?” Callie asked and you glanced over at her, brow arched upward.

“No. I didn’t even know something happened.” You said.

“Well apparently when Mr. Nelson came home last night, his door was opened up and there were some kind of freaky claw marks on the door. When the boss went inside he saw that his wife’s guts were literally outside of her body. But you wanna know the weird thing of it all?”

“There’s a weird part? Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better!” You asked.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Callie replied, not finding your sarcasm amusing at the moment.

“The weirdest part was that her heart was missing. No weapon was found, no evidence of some kind of fur if it really was an animal attack. The police have searched the place top to bottom to find any clues or evidence of an animal attack. But honestly I’m surprised the bar was even opened tonight.” Callie continued.

“That explains why I hadn’t seen the boss tonight. He must be going through a lot. I couldn’t imagine losing my boyfriend in such a horrific way… and to actually see his wife like that? I can’t imagine.” Danielle said and you frowned a little.

As difficult as it was to learn about the loss of your boss’ wife, you didn’t think that your boss would be missing that much. The Mrs. didn’t exactly have a great reputation after all. She was a bit of the town harlot to put it lightly. It was common knowledge that she had been cheating on her husband for the past three years with several men.

“How is Mr. Nelson taking it?” You asked.

“Well as far as I know he’s been at the sheriff’s office all day for an interrogation. You know how it is, always suspecting the spouse first. I don’t know if he’s actually had the time to really mourn.” Callie replied.

“Well… surely it’s just some freakish accident. It couldn’t possibly happen again. The same animal wouldn’t strike the same town twice, right?” You said.

“I wouldn’t think so.” Callie said.

“Well just incase that animal is still around… make sure you get home safe! Why don’t we create a group text now just to make sure we all get home okay.” Danielle suggested.

“Honestly… that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” You said and pulled out your phone.

Once the three of you were on the group chat, you split off into your different vehicles to go home. You made it to your apartment and shut the door behind you. You tossed your bag on the couch before you plopped on the furniture, then you reached for the remote and turned on the television.

There wasn’t anything good on TV so you changed the channel to Boomerang and watched some cartoons. They were playing the old episodes of Scooby-Doo and you smiled to yourself. You hadn’t watched this show in years and you felt nostalgic watching it. Then your mind wandered off to the old days. You started to think about the summer with Dean.

You shook your head, deciding that Danielle was right and you really should forget about Dean. It’s been years and you never saw Dean again after the best two weeks of your life. It wasn’t worth thinking about. So you grabbed your computer and checked some emails to see if anyone’s reached out.

Evidently there was an email for some author named Marissa Meyer. She was emailing you to compliment your illustrations for James Patterson’s Maximum Ride comics and for the cover art of some other books. Honestly you were surprised. She was writing to see if you’d be willing to do some cover art for one of her books. She emailed you the plot of whatever story this would be and she said the title she planned was Cinder. It seemed to be an interesting plot so you started typing out the response, letting the author know you’d be willing to make the cover art and that you just needed a deadline for it.

Shortly after you sent the email, you started looking at some inspiration photos on Google and Pinterest and that was when your phone started ringing. When you glanced down, you saw that it was a group call with Danielle and Callie. You smiled and you answered the phone before you lifted the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Oh good, you answered!” Danielle exclaimed on the other line and you chuckled.

“Don’t worry, no animals have broken in to attack me yet.” You clarified and Callie laughed.

“See, I told you there was nothing for you to worry about. She’s probably getting ready to draw something and you broke her concentration.” Callie said and you hummed a little.

“Haven’t started just yet. Though about water coloring though.” You admitted since it had been a while since you’d used that medium.

“Well next time send a text! That was the whole reason why we made the group chat, remember?” Danielle continued and you grinned.

“Sorry for worrying you. I’m alright, and I’m glad both of you are alright too.” You insisted.

“Are both of you working tomorrow night?” You asked.

“I know I am.” Danielle replied with a little bit of an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not. I’ve got the rest of the week off.” Callie spoke up.

“The whole week? So we’ll see you when, Monday?” You asked.

“Yep. Needed a little me time and what perfect time would that be than having the weekend all to yourself?” She said.

“What about Dylan?” Danielle asked, referring to Callie’s boyfriend.

“He said he was… busy with something.” Callie said.

“You know, Danielle, you and Chris may like this one restaurant on South drive.” Callie said, talking about Danielle’s boyfriend and you felt like the odd one out, not having gone on a date in about three years.

“I’ll let the two of you talk about your boyfriends and your little date ideas.” You said and you were about to hang up before the both of them started talking to you to not hang up.

“Woah woah woah! Why don’t we get you hooked up with someone?” Callie asked.

“Yeah, that would be fun! I mean it’s been a while so what’s the harm in it? We can take you to the bar after work this Saturday night.”

You arched a brow before you looked at your bag that still had the sketchbook with the pictures of Dean in it. You supposed maybe going out this weekend maybe help you get over the memory. Dean was more of a phantom of that summer anyway.

“I suppose that could work. I get off at six. I can get home and get ready by seven or something.” You replied.

“Oh good! Maybe on break tomorrow you and I can go looking for some cute dresses for you to wear!” You cringed at Danielle’s words and you used your free hand to rub the back of your neck.

“Great.” You muttered with nervous laughter.

“Hang on, guys. I have to go. Dylan is calling me.” Callie groaned with some sort of annoyance in her tone and you wondered if everything was alright. However before you asked, she hung up.

“Wonder if she’s alright.” You said since Danielle was on the other line.

“Honestly I think she and Dylan have been in a bit of a rough patch recently. I wouldn’t be surprised if they break up by the end of the month.” She sighed.

“Rough patch? What’s been going on?”

“Well from what Callie’s ranted about, Dylan is developing some trust issues ever since she told him she didn’t want to live together.”

“What? They’ve only been dating for like a month and he wanted to move in?”

“Something like that…”

“Well you’re being awfully gracious for giving them the end of the month to end things. I’ll give them a week and a half if that.” You chuckled.

“You never know. Anyway, it’s getting late. See you tomorrow?” Danielle said.

“I’ll be there.”

Dean rubbed the back of his head as he walked down the stairs. Then he tied the strap of his robe around his waist as he made his way into the library just to see Sam reading a book. Not much of a surprise there. But this time it didn’t seem like it was a research book in his hands.

“Whatcha got there?” Dean asked, hearing his brother hum in response.

“It’s a fantasy series by Mark Lawrence. I’m reading the second one called King of Thorns.” Sam spoke.

“I didn’t exactly take you to be a fantasy ready. Always thought of you as more of a realist.” Dean admitted as he sat down across from his brother before he moved the laptop across the table. Then Dean opened it up so he could see if there was any new cases that sounded like his and Sam’s thing.

“Charlie recommended the book to me. Said that it was pretty good. Like it’s not Lord of the Rings good or Harry Potter good, but she thought it was worth the read nonetheless.” Sam said.

Dean hummed as he looked over at the book again and he caught a glimpse of the front cover, “Cover art’s pretty good.”

“Yeah… Charlie said the artist has done quite a little bit. She’d done the cover art of this trilogy and the illustrations for some sort of comic series based off some YA science fiction books. I think her name is.. oh hang on I think her name might be in the book.” Sam said as he flipped to the back.

“Oh here it is. Cover artist, Y/N L/N.”

Dean’s gaze shot from the book in Sam’s hand to Sam right after he read the name. That was a name he hadn’t heard in years. Felt like centuries really.

“Let me see that. I want to get a better look at the cover.” Dean said and Sam put his bookmark between the pages and handed the book to him.

As Dean looked at the cover, he admired the work. He suddenly began to recall that summer when he was a couple decades younger. Still fresh and when John was still around. He remembered meeting this beautiful girl in Wisconsin. You, in fact.

That was the best two weeks of his entire life. He remembered how great of an artist you were, how much he loved looking through the sketchbooks you showed him. He remembered you telling him way back when that you wanted to be an artist. Seems like you’ve come quite a ways if you’ve done some illustrations and some book covers.

“Has this artist done anything else?” Dean asked curiously.

“Since when were you interested in art?” Sam asked with a smirk as he leaned in, his arms folded in front of him on the table. Then the look of realization went across his face.

“Wait… Y/N. Isn’t that the girl from-“

“Wisconsin? Yeah.” Dean said and he chuckled.

“Honestly the best summer I’ve ever had.” Dean admitted.

“Why didn’t you ever go back to visit her? Is she a hunter? Maybe she could help us on some hunt sometime.” Sam said, trying to be encouraging but Dean shook his head a little.

“No, she wasn’t a hunter. In fact she was far from it. When I met her, she hadn’t even started college yet. Just graduated high school. She had no idea of the darkness in the world that we deal with and well… I wanted to spare her from it.” He said.

“Sounds like you had it bad. Dad wondered why it took you two weeks to end the case. He said it was awful long for you.” Sam smirked.

“Honestly, yeah. I did. if I wasn’t a hunter, I might have stayed. Maybe even go to summer school or work as a mechanic there to make a living just to stick around while she was on her campus. She was a sweet girl but I knew if I stayed, monsters would come and I didn’t want her exposed to that kind of shit just because I stayed around. I finished the case in a week but I stayed the extra week before I had to decide to move on.” Dean continued.

“Do you ever regret it?” Sam asked.

“Honestly, I don’t think she would even remember me.” Dean replied and handed the book to Sam yet again. Sam took it and set it down on the table beside him.

“I think she’d remember… anyway, as far as I know she’s just illustrated for that series and the covers for this series.” Sam said but he pulled out his phone to search your name.

“Here’s something… She’s painted some walls in the local elementary school building as well as a pediatrician’s office. But honestly I think that’s the only commissions she’s had. Other than that, based off her social media she’s just working in a bar.”

“A bartender? A girl of her talent should be working for some comic company. Maybe even character designing for some animation studio.” Dean said with a bit of surprise.

“Well, sometimes people aren’t always that lucky in life. But I agree with you, she is good.” Sam sighed as he closed out his phone before putting it back in his pocket. Then he turned his attention back to Dean who was looking back at the computer screen in front of him.

“Find anything worth while?” He asked his older brother.

“Well speaking of Wisconsin…. Turns out some bar owner’s wife was found dead. Police are calling it an animal attack but there wasn’t any evidence of an animal left behind. Then again there wasn’t exactly any evidence of humans either because apparently, intestines were outside the poor woman’s body and her heart was missing.” He said.

“So… werewolf maybe?” Sam suggested.

“That’s my first thought. We might as well head that way and check it out for ourselves.” Dean said and Sam nodded before Dean decided to get up so he could take a shower and get dressed before going on the hunt.

When Dean made it into his room, he decided that’s before he’d get dressed he’d look for something.

Honestly he wasn’t even sure if he still had this amongst his memorabilia. He didn’t exactly carry ugh outside of his pictures of his parents, Bobby and Sam and himself when they were younger. But when Dean opened up the auto man at the end of his bed and started looking through old pictures and papers, he moved his father’s journal to the side and then he found a black folder.

Dean let out a breath of relief as he pulled the black folder out and he sat down on the bed. The field was made of paper and it was a bit worn with the years of being moved around since they went from motel to motel a lot. Then Dean opened up the folder and he was pleasantly surprised to find that what he was looking for was still inside.

Inside of the folder there was a sheet of sketch paper with a drawing of both you and him on it. It was an old picture, Dean’s hair was longer and he didn’t quite have bags under his yees from the years of losing sleep because of a hunt. Then there was you, and you were even more gorgeous in person. Your talented hand didn’t give you justice on paper.

In the picture, you were wrapped up in his arms while the two of you sat down on a blanket in the grass. Both of you had a peaceful expression as you looked out at the lake. Dean could still remember the way you felt in his arms, remembering the moment you had drawn in the picture. It was the second to the last night that he spent in Wisconsin.

Dean smiled at the memory, knowing that even after so many years you still had a piece of his heart. But then reality started to get to him and he wondered if you had been married after college graduation. Did you have a family of your own? Dean calculated and by this time you had to be in your mid thirties like he was, right? Most people were arrived by then if they were lucky, and any man would be lucky to have someone so special like you.

Honestly Dean couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you still thought about him once in a while. Maybe late at night when you were watching a movie drinking some wine and drawing one of those covers Sam showed him, he wondered if you thought about him.

Dean put the picture back into the folder and placed it on the night table beside his bed before he grabbed his bag and some clothes to pack up. Then he got his other pair of jeans and a shirt to wear before he headed off to the shower.

Two days had gone by and that was the night you were supposed to go out with Danielle and Callie to some sort of club or whatever. Honestly you weren’t sure if dancing was your thing. You weren’t in your twenties anymore after all but when you were texting Danielle about it all she told you was that it was something to put you out there, give you something fun to look forward to this weekend.

At the moment you weren’t really focused on your little outing that night. You were a little more concerned about the fact that you hadn’t heard from Callie in the last couple of days.

It wasn’t like Callie. She typically texted you and Danielle at least once daily whether she texted some sort of joke or sent a picture of some silly picture first thing in the morning before going about her day and living her life on her days off. But it had been two days and you found it odd that she hadn’t sent any memes, jokes, or even talked about going out that night.

When the door opened you happened to glance up and you saw Danielle running in with a frantic expression across her features. When Danielle made eye contact with you, you realized she was rushing over to the bar to meet you.

“Y/N, have you heard from Callie lately? I saw her boyfriend this morning and he was out at some diner and he acted like he was just fine while he was sitting beside some girl.” She rambled, catching you off guard with how fast she was talking.

“What? No I haven’t, wait he was with another girl?” You asked.

“Yeah and you wanna know what else? I heard Nelson was visited by two guys in suits. I think the FBI is looking into it. Maybe they caught a glimpse of something with Nelson’s wife and they’re looking into it.”

“But the cops already talked to Nelson. That was the whole point of him not stopping by the bar at all like two days ago. Why would the FBI need to talk to him again? Poor guy’s already been through enough.” You said.

“Well, honestly I don’t think Nelson minds. I bet he’s a little glad he doesn’t have to deal with the constant heartbreak of his wife bumping ugliest with different men every other night.”

“Oh come on, that’s a little bit of an exaggeration.” You tried to give the former Mrs. Nelson the benefit of the doubt.

“Would you really be surprised if it was that often though?” Danielle smirked, you rolled your eyes a little before you started putting some of the clean glasses away to prepare for customers.

“Do you think the FBI will come here to see if we know anything? You know the manager’s out of town this week. What do we tell them if they happen to come in?” Danielle asked, starting to get a little worried, not much to your surprise.

“Danielle, breathe. If they come in and you spot them, just send them to me. I’ve got it covered. Not that they’ll ask anything we have any knowledge about anyway.” You said and Danielle took a deep breath before exhaling and nodding.

“I’m still worried about Callie.” She said.

“Well think about it… if you and your boyfriend broke up, are you going to want to spend a lot of time on your phone for the first couple of days? Or are you going to want to sleep and isolate for a while before you start making public appearances again.” You reasoned.

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll tell you what. After we clock out tonight, we can go over to Callie’s house and check up on her and make sure she’s alright.” You insisted.

“Okay… yeah that sounds like a plan.”

“Now… why don’t you go ahead and clock in and we can get the show on the road. They may not even come at all, and Callie will more than definitely be alright.” You insisted and Danielle nodded.

With that being said the two of you got to work. You were busily serving different customers at the bar with different drinks. Some you were used to making but apparently there were some visitors and they wanted something fancy. Two preppy looking guys had just walked through the door and made themselves comfortable at the bar. They looked like they were the country club type of guys.

“Hey, Miss! Can I get a Boulevardier cocktail over here?” One of them said. He had waved ginger hair and he was wearing a blue golf shirt.

“Yeah and I’ll have Vieux Carre cocktail, Darlin.” The other said. He was blond, hair parted to the side and he wore an orange golf shirt with white stripes.

These people must’ve had the worst taste in clothing, and an even worse taste in drinks. You couldn’t even try and pronounce these things and you weren’t even sure if you had the right ingredients for these stupid sounding drinks.

“Sure. I’ll get right on that for you fellas.” You replied and went to the back to get the glasses. Then you pulled out the phone to see what the heck those drinks were. Luckily for you, you had some similar ingredients, but you weren’t working in a fancy bar so you had some pretty basic drinks, they’ll just have to deal with generic.

You grabbed what you needed and started to make the drinks and you thought you heard Danielle’s voice followed by two gruff sounding voices. Yay, more customers.

You were too focused on making the drinks but that was when Danielle started walking towards the bar with the two men she was talking to.

“Y/N? I’ve got a couple of agents that would like to speak with you.” Danielle called.

When you glanced over you saw a familiar green pair of eyes, the ones that you’ve drawn numerous times. They’ve changed though, like they’ve seen so much more. But seeing Dean there… it was like everything in your world stopped and you accidentally dropped the glasses you needed.

The sound of the glass shattering on the floor snapped you out of it.

You immediately started looking for a broom but Danielle started rushing over to help you, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it for you. What did these guys order?”

“Thank you… Some cocktails with fancy names. I’ll send you the recipes.” You said as you wiped your hands on the apron.

“You okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” She said and you nodded a little.

“Yeah, I’m okay… I’ll tell you later.” You told her, not wanting to be wrong if your suspicions are correct.

You nibbled on your bottom lip softly before letting it go and you walked over to the two federal agents.

Dean was straightening up his tie uncomfortably. All these years later and he still hated these damned monkey suits but then he felt Sam nudge his arm and when Dean looked up, he could feel his breath taken away.

No, it couldn’t be you could it?

You looked so beautiful, time seemed to have done wonders for you and Dean almost found it hard to breathe at the sight of you.

Of all the towns this case had to take place in, it just had to be the one you lived in. Have you heard anything about the case? You didn’t know about all the ugliness out there yet, did you?

“My friend said you wanted to speak with me? How can I help you?”

God your voice brought back so many memories, but Dean couldn’t dwell on them. Besides, you probably forgot about him so what was the point? Still… it was eating at his mind.

“Um… yeah… Agent Peart, could you get us a couple of drinks and maybe talk to one of the other bartenders?” Dean said.

Sam looked over and raised a brow skeptically. Dean was lucky Sam didn’t really question it and the younger Winchester walked off, giving Dean the time to be alone with you.

“So Ms… L/N, right?” Dean asked, almost hesitant.

But he watched the corner of your lips turn upward into a smile, “Yes, Agent Winchester.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you did remember him after all.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d recall…”

“Dean, it may have been a few years since that summer but I’m not old enough for dementia.” You joked.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh a little and the two of you found a place to sit at the bar table. It’s been so long since he’s been this close to you and it felt just like it did before.

“So how’ve you been? How’s your father and the business?” You asked, Dean remembered that he never told you the exact truth. You had a lot to catch up on he supposed.

“Dad um… well he passed several years ago. About five years after that summer, actually.” Dean said and he watched the way you began to frown.

“I’m sorry to hear that… I remember how you used to talk about him and how close you were.” You told him and he gave a bittersweet smile.

“Things well.. they changed in the five years after. A lot did actually. But my brother and I actually take care of the family business.” He told you and you lifted a brow.

“If you’re an agent now, how do you have the time for a traveling business?” You asked and he felt his palms get clammy, knowing that might be a difficult thing to answer.

“Um… well… Agents like me and Peart aren’t always in one place, so I still travel a lot anyway and when I’m off duty I handle the business as much as I can.” He tried to explain in the most believable way possible.

“You never did tell me what kind of business your dad started. I was always so curious.” You said and Dean wished he could tell you the truth.

“Actually… I need to ask you a few questions. I’m sort of on a case and I don’t really have a whole lot of time to catch up this time around.” He admitted softly.

Dean felt his heart sank at the way your shoulders seemed to slump a little before you looked down at your glass of brandy. He wished he could spend as much time with you as possible, but he couldn’t afford to lose anymore people. People have already lost their lives because of him and he couldn’t afford to do that to you too. He couldn’t handle it.

“What is it you want to know, Agent?”

The switch to the professionalism in your tone pierced Dean through the heart. Maybe he should have asked Sam to keep him some company after all, but from the looks of it he was busy interviewing someone else and writing notes down like the nerd he was.

“The owner… did you have many interactions with his wife?” He asked and he watched you shake your head.

“No. Too busy working. Plus she seldom came here anyway. She was more of a promiscuous woman than anything else. Nelson knew that better than anyone else.” You sighed.

“Nelson.. do you think he’d ever want to take revenge on his wife or pay someone to do it?” Dean asked, making this seem like routine questions - in a way they were still important for a hunter’s case. Who knows, maybe Nelson could he the werewolf he was looking for.

“And risk losing the bar because he’s in jail? No. He was hurt by his wife’s actions, yeah. But for a while they tried to work on it, but then they separated for a month. After that they started living together again before the affairs started up again. And from the looks of it he didn’t have the time to deal with his adulterous wife if she wasn’t willing to change. But there were rumors of a divorce.”

“Do you think Nelson had any enemies? Someone that wanted to get to him through the Mrs?” Dean asked.

“Look, Dean. I don’t keep tabs on my boss and his wife. I don’t care about that kind of thing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have customers to serve and you have a murder to solve. Don’t let me keep you.” You said and abruptly stood up and walked away to get back to work.

Dean rubbed his face before pinching the bridge of his nose, “Well that looks like it was a disaster.”

Dean heard the sound of his brother’s voice and he rolled his eyes a little before he got up.

“Let’s get out of here and compare notes…”

“You okay, Man?”

“I’m fine, Sam. Let’s just go.” Dean stated and he pushed his chair in before they walked out of the door after putting some cash on the table top for the drinks.

Once the two of them got into the car, Dean started the Impala and when he was pulling out he started to drive to the hotel, then Sam started to talk again.

“So why were you so in a rush to leave? What the hell happened back there?” Sam asked, causing Dean to grimace a little but he knew his brother wouldn’t let it go until he knew what was going on.

“You remember the girl we were talking about? The cover artist?” He said and Sam nodded.

“Wait, that was Y/N? Why don’t we go back? You two can catch up! It’s just a werewolf case, a milk run. I can handle this and give you time with her.” Sam said; and as much as Dean appreciated the willingness, he knew his chances were probably gone.

“Oh no… what did you do?” Sam asked when Dean went quiet.

“Why is it always something that I did?” Dean asked and Sam scoffed.

“Because, Dean. As smooth as you are with women you’ll never see again, you always screw up with the ones that matter and you let them go. Why are you trying to let this one go?”

“Because I can’t have what happened to Jo and Lisa happen to her. Even though Jo was a hunter, she still got killed! Lisa didn’t have experience with hunting, never wanted anything to do with it, and she just got in trouble just by knowing me.” Dean said sternly, beginning to speed because he wasn’t exactly focused on the road.

“Dean! Slow down! We aren’t on a roller coaster!”

Dean heard his brother’s panicky voice and he eased on the gas and tried to focus on what he was doing and eventually they made it to the hotel. Luckily there weren’t any cops on the road so he didn’t get pulled over or anything on the way. But he turned off the car and Sam cleared his throat a little.

“Sam, I don’t want advice on this one. It’s better to just let this one go.”

“Dean, come on. I know for a fact you still have that picture she drew for you. And you said it yourself, that was the best summer of your life! You deserve to experience that kind of happiness again. Especially since things seem to be so calm right now. No angelic wars, no apocalypses, things are quiet and you deserve a break.”

Dean was still quiet.

“And you still aren’t going to tell me what down at the bar, are you?”

With a grunt, Dean stepped out of the car and started making his way up the stairs to get to their designated room.

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riconas · 8 months

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rico.... aeon and mean rain? perhaps.... expand on that post you made about rain choking aeon?

the post in question

i can expand, actually. i can expand quite a bit.

cw: choking, slapping, degradation-ish, general mean rain (you know the drill)

“Can you breathe?”

Aeon peels his eyelids apart, blinks what feels like one thousand times, and promptly closes his eyes again. He manages a miniscule nod and a halfhearted squeeze of Rain’s wrist. It’s skinny enough that his fingers easily wrap around it, strong enough that he’d never be able to escape.

Aeon isn’t quite sure he wants to escape.

“Can you breathe?” Rain asks again, a tad sardonic, and Aeon tries to convey his frustration through a meek scrunch of his eyebrows. Judging from Rain’s mirthless laugh, he is unsuccessful.

He can breathe. He can’t speak. He could give it a shot, of course, but the noises would come out like metal going through a grater, and if Aeon can’t look sexy while Rain chokes the very essence out of him, he’s at least trying to sound it.

“Use your words, baby,” Rain says, and Aeon thinks he sounds remarkably like Swiss, if only for a second. The sarcasm, the uncaring lilt, they dig into him like a pick into ice, chipping him down to the bone.

“Uh,” he says intelligently.

Rain is silent. Aeon can’t see his face, but he’s sure the expression there isn’t one of approval. His tail thumps nervously against the mattress, beating out stilted rhythms, as unsteady as the cobblestone path around the Ministry's garden. When he cracks his eyes open again, Rain is frowning.

“What’s wrong with you?” He gives Aeon’s neck a nasty little shake, and Aeon cringes at the shower of pins and needles that shoots down his spine. “I said to use your words. You understand English, right? English?”

Rain shakes him again, and Aeon makes a gurgling noise that isn’t completely within his control. He admits, shamefully, that the careless manhandling is making him feel some kind of way. Like an object, reusable, faulty with time. Like hitting a remote until it works.

“Rain,” he tries to choke out, but Rain’s bringing a knee up between his legs without warning, squishing his chubby cock and his sore balls, and all he manages is a shocked little cry. He arches, gasping for air that won’t come, tugging fruitlessly at Rain’s arm as he tries and fails to dislodge the pressure against his throat.

“Settle,” Rain snaps. “Satanas. You’re impossible.”

Aeon kicks his heels into the mattress. It’s not like he’s surprised—Dew’s told him many times how Rain can be utterly cruel when he wants to be. Aeon’s just never had the chance to experience it himself.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“Sorry who?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Aeon breathes. Oh, he can breathe. How kind of Rain, how generous, how grateful he should be. He flings a hand out in Rain’s general direction, desperate to have him close again, but Rain doesn't react. Aeon thinks he hears a huffed-out laugh, but he’s so gone it could be his imagination, a fantasy made up by his poor, deprived brain.

Rain purses his lips. He’s sitting astride Rain’s stomach now, no longer his hips, inching higher and higher. Soon he’ll be sitting on Aeon’s chest, and Aeon will really start to struggle then. If only Rain would take his jeans off—Aeon would love to see that cock, right in front of his face, hard and unreasonably wet and far too big for him to take without gagging. Maybe Rain will force him to take it, hold his head down and fuck his face until he feels it in his gut.

“You want something, baby?”

Aeon blinks himself out of his stupor. He’d been staring. Staring at the bulge in Rain’s pants, no denying it, and he feels so dirty all of a sudden, so nasty.

“No,” he says. “I was just—” he swallows, mind going blank. “Thinking.”

Rain sighs, not unlike the way one might sigh about a misbehaving kit. “Thinking,” he says in disdain, like Aeon’s just committed a heinous crime. “What should I do with you?”

Aeon blinks stupidly. What should Rain do with him? A lot of things, hopefully involving his cock and his hole. Rain could shove his cock down Aeon’s throat, could choke him through a blowjob, make him gag and tear up and struggle for a bit. Or he could ram his cock into Aeon’s hole, flip him over nice and easy, pound him into tomorrow and the day after.

Rain drags his clothed dick up Aeon’s stomach, and Aeon loses his grip on the whimper he’d been holding back.

“Oh, that’s a pretty noise,” Rain says softly. “Did that feel good?”

It felt good for Rain, is the point, so Aeon nods. Smiles, even. He wants—needs—Rain to tell him he’s been a good boy, and what better way to do that than to appease him? His own arousal is a thin sliver in the back of his mind. It doesn’t matter right now, not to him, and certainly not to Rain, but as the seconds tick by and his cock remains neglected, he feels his desperation grow.

“It felt good,” Aeon says, when he remembers how to speak again.

Rain picks him up by the throat and slams his head back down against the pillow, punching the breath out of him. “Don’t lie, Aeon.”

Caught in the act. Aeon closes his eyes in shame.

“I thought you were going to be a good boy,” Rain continues. “You said you would, didn’t you? You promised.” He squeezes Aeon’s neck again, turning his head this way and that, like he’s inspecting him for damages.

“Uh-huh,” Aeon mumbles. He can’t stop staring, even with the layer of fuzz behind his eyes. Rain’s just captivating.

“You’re not being very good, Aeon.”

Aeon whimpers. Out of everything Rain could have said, that one cut the deepest. His hands drift to Rain’s thighs, searching for something to hold onto, and curl into loose shapes over his bony knees. Rain really isn’t that much bigger than him. Aeon doesn’t know why he feels so small.

“I want to be good,” he says sadly, the words burning through a throat that feels like it’s been crushed to ashes.

“I know,” Rain soothes. He reaches behind him, curls his fingers around Aeon’s cock, and gives him a couple of sad little rubs. Aeon jerks, terrified, and Rain doesn’t hesitate to slap him. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Rain slaps him again, on the other cheek. “No. Say it like you mean it.”

Say it like you mean it? Aeon doesn’t know what that means. He’s quite sure he said it like he meant it the first time round.

“Thank you, sir,” he says again, on the verge of tears, and when he loses his footing and the first one slides down his face, Rain just laughs.

“What for?” Rain asks, rubbing his dick again. Not really rubbing, actually—massaging, more like, twisting it in all four directions in the least pleasurable way possible. It isn’t nice at all, and he’s stopped letting Aeon breathe now, those spindly fingers tough as a vice, well and truly having made the switch from mean-Rain to cruel-Rain.

Aeon cannot do this right now.

“For making me feel good,” he says quietly. “Rain, I don’t—please can you—”

“Rain?”

“Sir,” Aeon corrects hastily. He usually enjoys this—the crude treatment, the power play, the way Rain will find and take every opportunity to beat him down. But it doesn’t feel right today. He doesn’t want to be teased, or bullied. He wants something gentler. He wants Rain to be kind.

“Good,” Rain says primly, and the spark of pride that single word evokes almost makes Aeon sob. Eyes wide, he clings to Rain’s forearm, dizzy and not quite seeing clearly. He is vulnerable, prey, a mouse with an eagle’s talons digging into his belly.

“Will you touch me?” Aeon pleads. “Please?”

Rain reaches behind himself and smacks Aeon’s cock. “Try again.”

“Please will you touch me, sir?” He’s blubbering, gasping. Stupid. There’s no way Rain finds him attractive like this, certainly no way Rain will ever call him pretty again.

Rain smiles, dragging a sharp claw down the side of Aeon’s damp cheek. “Keep being a good boy,” he says. “And we’ll see.”

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luvmyoui · 9 months

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PT2 OF HER FAVORITE PLS

am i still?(your favorite)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader, spiderwoman!yujin x felicia hardy (black cat) GP!YUJIN

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: cheating, violence, cursing, mentions of sex, self inflicted harm

word count: 6,822

a/n: i actually finished this a week ago but i js kept putting off proofreading bcz of how long this is😭😭😭 ALSO EVERYONE ASKING FOR A PT 2 SAY THANKS TO @second-daughter-of-clexa, FOR HELPING ME W THIS!!

The black cat and spiderwoman save the city together once again. could this relationship of theirs exceed just friends?

you rolled your eyes and turned off the tv, switching the channel was no use because it seemed that black cat and spiderwoman was all they talked about. you hated feeling this way, you knew you had no right to even doubt her, black cat was someone who helped her out. you should be thanking her, but instead all you could feel was jealousy, something that was very foreign to you.

you never had a reason to be jealous in the past, you were the one people were jealous of. much to your dismay though, you were now the one overcome with the emotion of jealousy. It didn't help that you were yujin’s first for everything, her inexperience in relationships led to you not being able to freely communicate with her (you liked to tell yourself it was that). you couldn't help but think that you were being unfair with her by doubting her relationship with one of her few friends. you feeling this way was the reason you could never get yourself to confront her about this topic.

yujin was never good at talking to people, this was one of the main reasons she was deemed a loser in school despite her good looks. when she became spiderwoman it was like becoming a new person, someone more confident, someone who could stand up for themselves. when yujin became friends with black cat, her confidence shot through the roof. someone as sexy as black cat was showing interest in her. although at the time black cat did not show any romantic or sexual interest in yujin, things changed quickly.

it started off with light brushes that could be excused as accidents, maybe her hand accidentally brushing against yujin’s bicep. small things like that. the small touches soon escalated though, the light brushes becoming bolder and escalating into lingering touches on places that wouldn't be deemed as appropriate had they stayed longer.

the red that tinted her face as black cat would whisper things into her ear made her start questioning things. on one hand, yujin felt amazing that someone this hot would make such advances. on the other, she doubted whether or not this was even appropriate for friends to do. surely this wasn't wrong? what was the issue if all they were doing was talking, flirting isn't cheating. seeing felicia as a close friend, yujin went to her with these worries and was immediately reassured. they weren't having sex, her girlfriend shouldn't have a problem with what she was doing.

when the lingering touches expanded into small gropes is when yuijn started to feel like what they were doing was wrong. yujin knew that touching her dick was reserved for only her girlfriend. If this was so then why was felicia touching it? although it was just small squeezes through her pants surely this couldn't be right. this time she went to another friend, harry. harry had been her friend since before she was spiderwoman so surely he’d give good advice.

“uhh harry i need your advice on something.” yujin said, scratching the back of her neck as she sat down on harry’s bed.

“sure, what is it?”

“okay, so you know how I'm dating y/n right?”

“yeah….?”

“okay well i have this other friend whos like smoking hot-” yujin started but was soon cut off by harry’s question

“how hot are we talking about?”

“super fucking hot, like shes hella pretty and has such big boobs bro, her body is so fucking sexy. anyways though, we’re getting off topic. she keeps making moves on me, like she’ll ‘accidently’ brush her boobs on me, and she keeps touching my dick.” yujin explained, air quoting accidently.

“holy shit dude, can we trade lives! how the fuck do you have all these hot girls on your dick?!”

“bro I don't know, isn't it like cheating or something like she keeps on touching my dick and like flirting with me.”

“dude no way! you have two girls tryna jump your bones bro you have to take advantage of this situation. plus, unless you stick it in her pussy it aint cheatin.” harry said, encouraging his friend.

after this conversation with harry yujin felt over the moon, he was so right. why was she worrying about her girlfriend when she had such a hot girl in front of her. with her newfound confidence from her talk with harry, yujin found herself reciprocating the advances felicia made on her. of course she didn't do much as she still knew her boundaries and that she had a girlfriend, but a little fun wouldn't hurt. yujin's advances consisted of nothing more than flirting back and maybe a little groping here and there.

“It's been a long day you know, why don't you come over for a bit?” felicia said as she looked up at yujin while feeling the muscles in yujin’s arms which had now become prominent due to the exertion.

“I gotta get home though, my aunt’s probably waitin on me…..” yujin trailed off

“it’s already pretty late, i don't think she’d mind waiting a little longer. you can just tell her you got held up.” felicia said, ending her argument with a small squeeze to yujins dick.

groaning at the action, yujin decided that that was convincing enough and put an arm around felicia’s waist to web them both to felicia’s house. yujin soon arrived at the familiar building which contained felicia’s flat. yujin had been to felicia’s flat many times before, but never for this reason. In fact yujin and felicia had never gone further than groping and flirting.

as they stood at the door of felicia’s flat, yujin couldn't seem to ignore the small voice in the back of her head telling her this was wrong. yujin wasn't a baby, she knew that all she was doing with felicia was wrong, she knew what they were gonna do was terrible. she just chose to ignore the thoughts that faced her with reality. she chose to use harry’s advice as an excuse.

It was selfish really, she wasn't like this before, she despised cheaters. your ex had cheated on you multiple times and yujin hated him for it, she hated him for doing something so cruel to someone as amazing as you.

It wasn’t until felicia was on her knees with yujin’s cock freed from the confines of her pants and now in felicia’s mouth that yujin started to doubt what she was doing. ‘no but harry said….’ was what she said to herself pushing down the thoughts that what she was doing was wrong.

“fuck it, im already doing it. might as well enjoy it.” she mumbled to herself before clearing her mind of thoughts and letting pleasure overtake her.

yujin had never been this rough with someone, especially not to the person sucking her off. she didn't know where it came from but she was filled with rage. why did felicia have to be such a slut and seduce her, this was all felicia’s fault. never in her life had yujin said such degrading things to anyone but she couldn't seem to stop the words from leaving her mouth.

sucked up by her thoughts, yujin lasted much longer than she ever had, and soon enough when she opened her eyes it was y/n she saw on her knees. ‘seeing’ y/n yujin suddenly snapped back to reality, pulling her dick out of felicia’s mouth and shoving it back into her pants.

“fuck, this was a mistake, i have a girlfriend.” yujin said before leaving through the window, not allowing a response from felicia.

tears clouded her vision as she webbed around, the thought of your face utterly heartbroken when you found out was all yujin could think of. yujin had become the one thing she hated most: a cheater, and she was the only one to blame for this. soon enough, yujin found herself at your bedroom window pulling it up and letting herself inside.

“hey you, i was waiting.” you said eyes still on the assignment you had on your desk.

more tears flowed out of her eyes at the thought that while she was out with another girl you were here waiting on her. she was the worst, she hated herself so much. she needed to tell you what she had done, she had committed the worst crime and the guilt weighed heavy in her heart. yujin was never good at secrets. she felt butterflies in her stomach, usually she loved the feeling of them, it always followed with a warm feeling in her chest. not this time though, it was like the butterflies were trying to eat their way out of her stomach. she wanted to throw up, she felt disgusted with herself.

not hearing a response you turned towards your window and felt your heart drop at what you saw. yujin was on your window sill, face buried in her hands, water leaking from in between her fingers. you immediately got up and went to embrace yujin, you didn't get a response from her, her face still in her hands as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

abruptly yujin broke away from your embrace and before you could question it she ran to the bathroom connected to your room. she collapsed next to the toilet and began to empty the contents of her stomach into it. you sat down next to her and gently swept her hair away from her face holding it into a makeshift ponytail as you rubbed her back.

you didn't know if it was because she was vomiting or if it was something you did but she burst out into tears again when you started touching her. you didn't know what was going on but you continued to try your best to comfort her. she soon stood up from the toilet, flushed it, rinsed out her mouth, and then silently walked to your bed, curled up into a ball, and continued to cry.

you slowly approached her and sat down next to her on the bed, you started to rub her back and asked if she wanted to talk about it. she removed the arms covering her face slowly and looked up at you, the sight of her broke your heart. It was one you never wanted to see again, her eyes puffy and red with tear streaks lining her cheeks. her mouth was drawn into a frown and her eyes looked terrified, you never wanted to see her like this again. It was too heartbreaking.

she cautiously sat up and removed your hand from her and held it in her own contemplating. she slowly raised your hand and as hard as she could she brought it down on her face. the action shocked you, the slap having been so hard her face turned and the red handprint now marking her face. you tried to snatch your hand away not wanting to hurt her but she was much stronger than you. she repeated the action multiple times, just slapping herself using your hand, you turned your face away not being able to look. you could feel the wetness of her still running tears on your hand and could feel your hand start to sting from the impact.

“yujin please, stop!” you exclaimed your own tears now flowing.

seeing and hearing you yujin immediately dropped your hand now starting to pull at her own hair while murmuring sorrys. you didn't know what had gotten into her, when you finally turned to face her you were horrified by the sight, her lip was bloodied and her face now turning a shade of purple. maybe if it was someone else you would have been scared but right now all you could feel was distress. yujin was hurt, you never wanted to see yujin hurt.

“yujin STOP!” you exclaimed, grabbing onto her hands and detangling them from her hair, to bring them to your face.

you knew she could easily break away from you but she didn't, you knew she wouldn't. not when you were this upset.

yujin didn't know what to do, she wanted you to hurt her. she wanted to be beaten black and blue by your hands, maybe that would ease the guilt. she knew nothing could atone for what she had done but at least this way she would be getting hurt along with you.

yujin prayed that this was all a bad dream, that she hadn't really gone and cheated. she knew that once the trust between you two was gone it may never come back. she didn't know what to do, she wanted to tell you so bad but she didn't want to say it aloud, she didn't want to make it real. she had this feeling burning in her stomach, the feeling you get when you’ve done something so bad you can't tell whether it's a dream or not. the dizziness that makes you feel that maybe if you get pinched you’ll wake up.

but this wasn't a dream, this was real, the blood running down her lip being a confirmation if anything. she wanted you to yell at her, tell her she was terrible, that she was the worst person ever. but knowing you, you definitely wouldn't. you were too nice to ever do that.

“im so fucking sorry, i didnt mean to i swear i-i- i just- i dont know im such a bitch fuck please- just hit me, yell at me, please.” yujin said, struggling to get a sentence out due to her labored breathing.

she couldnt breath, she couldn't seem to get air to enter her lungs causing trouble in her speech. this frustrated her to no end, she was so mad at herself for not being able to get full sentences out. why couldn't she stop crying long enough to talk properly?

“baby…” you trailed off, a deep frown on your face seeing yujin’s state. “you don't have to talk right now babe, let's just sleep for now. today must have been hard, you need your rest.” you continued the frown only getting deeper.

your sentence only seemed to set off more tears, what you said had reminded her of what felicia had told her not too long ago. reminding her of the crime she had committed.

seeing that nothing you said or did was helping you laid down on the bed and pulled yujin down with you. you held her face against your chest and felt her curl up next to you wrapping her arms around your waist as she held you close. the feeling of her whole body shaking as she sobbed into your chest made you want to cry.

you continued to gently stroke her hair until her breathing evened out and the shaking of her body stilled. you felt the tears running down your own face, she was finally asleep but you seemed to be restless. you had a terrible feeling in your stomach, you weren't sure if you wanted to know what she had done that was so terrible.

you slowly removed yourself from yujin before carefully getting out of bed and going to your closet. you pulled out your longest shorts and a shirt of hers that you had stolen, none of your normal clothes would fit her. you carefully removed the blue and red suit from yujin’s body and changed her clothes as cautiously as you could. you didn't want to wake her and risk her not falling asleep again. you hid her suit in your closet, the same place you always put it when yujin fell asleep before changing. you laid back in bed and immediately felt yujin curl up into you, and before you knew it you had also fallen asleep.

you awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes, you found this weird since your dad wasn't home for the week. you went down the stairs to further inspect the origin of this scent and once you reached the kitchen you found yujin there, making pancakes.

“good morning babe.” yujin said her back still towards you as you neared her.

you contemplated bringing up last night but out of fear for another outburst you kept your thoughts to yourself. the last thing you wanted was to upset her.

“morning” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder.

you left light kisses along what was exposed of yujin’s neck as she continued to flip the pancake on the pan. after she deemed the pancake fully cooked, yujin shut the stove and turned around in your arms. she leaned in and pecked your lips, a smile on her face. a smile that contradicted what she was currently feeling inside.

although acting as if nothing had happened, yujin’s stomach was filled with moths. the butterflies that once occupied her stomach around you had blossomed into moths. moths that wouldn’t leave no matter how much she urged them out.

she hated this. she hated secrets, she was terrible at keeping them and she hated to. especially secrets from you, keeping secrets from you was never something she wanted. she wished she could just spit it out, but she couldn’t. she just couldn’t.

although the inner turmoil was almost eating her alive, yujin still kept a smile on her face. where she wanted to cry and have you beat her she smiled and pretended nothing was wrong.

feeling your soft palm caressing her bruised cheek brought a blush to her face. you stood on the tips of your toes and slowly left a soft kiss there. she saw the sadness in your eyes as you softly touched the bruise after having your feet return to the floor. she wanted to cry, the bruise only serving as a reminder of what had happened.

she willed the tears back, only allowing them to rest at her water line. she couldn’t cry, not now. you seemed to notice the tears that were on the edge of falling. you frowned as you noticed yujin still had a smile on her face despite that obviously not reflecting her feelings.

when yujin felt like she couldn't hold the tears in for longer she leaned her head down and rested it on your shoulder. her hands held your waist and pulled you closer. no noise escaped her, she just needed those tears out. when she felt they had dried she once again raised her head and smiled at you.

“let's eat now, shall we?” yujin said, letting her hands drop, one of them grabbing onto your hand.

she led you to the table, the plate of pancakes in one hand and yours in the other. she had you sit down and then went to the cabinet and took out some syrup. the both of you only ate syrup so she didn’t see the need to take out butter. she sat down next to you after setting the syrup down on the table and started to eat.

you poured syrup on your pancakes and ate them, what had happened that was so terrible? you took the hint that she didn't want to talk about it but it worried you. yujin had never acted this way, this type of behavior from her was very foreign. the thought she didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to you about what had happened kept bothering you. had you done anything to make her feel that way?

“are you not hungry?” yujin asked, pulling you from your thoughts on what you had done wrong. you looked down to your plate and noticed that you had only eaten a couple of bites.

“i’m not that hungry right now, but the pancakes are the best i've had.” you shot her a bright smile after the compliment.

yujin beamed at the compliment and got up from her seat at the table, picking up both of the plates. you tried to insist that you should do the dishes because she had made the food but yujin was not having it. after washing the dishes yujin suggested going to a fair, and you obviously agreed.

yujin’s gestures didn't stop there though, the whole entire week yujin had been the best she had ever been. not that she had treated you even remotely bad previously in your relationship, but she had been going above and beyond. she would show up at your door daily with flowers and showered you with gifts and affection. you didn't know why she was doing this but you couldn't say you hated this, anyone would love this kind of treatment.

“mmh y/n you should really try this, it's superrr gooood.” harry slurred out leaning onto you and holding out a red solo cup.

you were currently at a party, you only attended because it was one of your friends who was hosting. all of your friends had came with you but when you arrived they left to be with their boyfriends leaving you with harry.

harry osborn, he was yujin’s best friend since they were in kinder. yujin was originally going to come to the party with you but she couldn't attend last minute, due to there being a burglary. she promised to arrive later but for the meantime she had sent harry in her place.

you didn't respond to harry, only shrugged him off of you and went to the kitchen.

“heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?” harry slurred as he followed you.

what he said made you stop in your tracks, “what did you just say….?” you asked slowly, turning around.

your response to what he said made harry's eyes widen and seemingly sobered him up.

“y-y/n… i- i that’s not what i meant, s-someone was just bothering yujin. it was j-just one sided flirting, not on yujin’s part.” harry said in a panic as he tried to clean up what he had said.

“that's not what you said, you said yujin was flirting and that they were- touching each other?” you said stopping in between what you said, questioning what he meant.

“c’mon, you know how people say stupid things while drunk. yujin loves you, she would never.” harry said, trying to bullshit his way out of this. unluckily for him, you weren't stupid.

“so yujin- cheated…?” you said your voice wavering at just the thought, tears filling your eyes. you knew harry wouldn't confirm it, only deny so you didn't see the need to continue to listen to his lies.

“no, she didn't, please believe me y/n!” harry tried to say but had to yell it seeing as you had ran away.

harry had said it loud enough for everyone to have heard it, even over the music. it caused a sudden silence, even the music stopping while everyone directed their gazes to you. your friends, having heard this, came up to you and surrounded you asking what had happened.

“s-she ch-cheated!” you exclaimed through your tears.

they didn't need to ask who because they all knew only one person could cause this reaction out of you.

“I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.” your closest friend chaewon said in a low voice.

you shook your head side to side through the tears, even after knowing what she had done you didn't wish for her to get hurt. no matter how much she had hurt you, you would never wish for her to be hurt.

“what happened y/n?” another one of your friends asked, you could hear the frown in her voice.

“harry was really drunk and he said, and I quote ‘heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?’ and then i was like w-what did you say and he tried to make up some bullshit excuses saying that he didn't mean it.” you said in between hiccups, explaining all that had happened.

your story only seemed to fuel your friends’ anger, you were surprised there wasn’t smoke coming out of chaewon’s ears with how red she was.

“when i see that motherfucker it’s on fucking sight.” chaewon said and the rest of your friends nodded in agreement. “she wont be going home without a broken bone.” jiwon added

you could only smile in endearment, despite your sadness, your friends loyalty to you made you smile.

while on her way home, yujin received a message from harry saying that y/n knew what had happened between her and felicia. she could only curse at him for revealing the truth that she so desperately wanted to hide. her original plan was to go home, change, then go to the party but that was no longer an option. yujin didn't think she had ever been this stressed.

when she arrived home, yujin changed and went down to her aunt and uncle's room.

“uhh uncle, can i talk to you for a minute?” yujin saw this as a last resort, she needed someone to give her advice.

“yeah sure, what’s up?” he said after your aunt exited the room.

“I uh i messed up big time, i- uh you know about my girlfriend y/n?”

“yeah, what about her?”

“i uh, i kinda cheated on her. but i didn't even kiss her or have sex with the other girl.” yujin added after seeing her uncles eyes widen

“well if you didn't kiss or have sex with her then how would you cheat?” her uncle said, seeming to think that yujin hadnt cheated.

“uh, she uh- the other girl i mean, she kinda uh gave me a blowjob… but i uhm- i didnt finish at least.” yujin said, a blush dusting her face, she never would have wanted to reveal this to her uncle.

In response yujin’s uncle just let out a heavy sigh, visibly disappointed in her actions.

“well buddy, I don't think there’s much you can do to fix this. you were completely sober when you made the decision to cheat. there's nothing you can do other than tell her and hope for forgiveness.”

“uhm about that… she found out, not by me…” yujin trailed off scratching the back of her neck.

“well uh, you’re fucked. here's some advice for you though, if you've ever done something bad it's much better for you to say it yourself rather than someone else to.”

“but then what do i do now?”

“just talk to her, tell her the truth. don't leave anything out.”

soon after finding out what yujin had done, jiwon called off the party, and insisted that you stay over at her home. you declined though much to your friends’ dismay, saying that you’d have to face her sooner or later. so here you sat, on your bed scrolling through instagram. you refused to cry in front of her. you knew she’d come over the moment she found out you knew and you werent gonna cry over the mistake she had made.

soon enough, yujin was at your window pulling it up and letting herself in. you didnt look up at her, you didn't want it to seem like you cared.

“look y/n i dont expect you to forgive me but i just really want a chance to explain, please.” yujin said, ready to beg for just a chance to explain.

“what’s there to explain, you’ve been cheating on me, that’s probably why you’ve been spoiling me.” you let out a breathy laugh void of humor “wow, i’m so fucking stupid, to think it was because you cared.”

“baby please, let me explain. you’ve got it all wrong.” yujin said, trying her best not to cry.

seeing how desperate she was you couldn't find it in you to say anything more, you still cared for her, no matter what she did. you shot her an expecting look and yujin took it as a sign for her to explain.

“so uh- you remember that night around a week ago when i was really upset?”

your eyes softened as you recalled that night, even the thought of it bringing sorrow. you gave her a small nod, waiting for her to continue.

“so uhm before that night you know black cat? well she um she kept on flirting with me but um i didn't really mind it because obviously it didn't really matter to me and they were just words. but uh yeah it became a problem when she started touching me, at first it wasnt really anything. just things that could be written off as accidents so i ignored it but then she started to uhm touch my uh my dick.” yujin said blushing at the mention of her dick

“but uh anyways, i obviously knew that only you should be touching that area because you're my girlfriend. so then i went to harry, and i asked him what to do and asked if it was cheating but he said that it ‘wasn't cheating unless you stick it in her pussy’ and that i should be really happy that two hot girls wanted me and that i should take advantage of this situation.” yujin said, blaming harry.

“that fucking bitch.” you seethed, ready to deck him the next time you saw him.

“but uh yeah, so then um i just like didn't stop her from groping me and then one day she was like ‘come back to my place it's been a hard day’ and because harry said that it was only cheating if it was in her pussy i agreed. but when we got there she tried to kiss me but i didn't let her because my lips are only for you but um…. she- we- uh she gave me a blowjob but it felt so wrong that i couldn't do it. i couldn't cum because all I could think of was you so i told her that it was a mistake and that i had a girlfriend and then left.” yujin paused trying to gauge your reaction but when she realized she wouldn't get it she continued.

yujin knew that her uncle told her not to leave things out but going against his words she purposely left out multiple things. telling you that she reciprocated what felicia was doing wouldn't help anyone.

“so then that day that i came to your home upset, it was after i left black cat and i was so mad at myself. I felt so disgusted that i even let her touch me and believe me, after what i did no one hates me more than i do. and um- that night i was trying to tell you what had happened. even that morning, i wanted to tell you while we ate but i couldn't bring myself to. almost as if, if i said the words aloud it'd all become true. i- i’m so fucking sorry, i know i fucked up but i love you and ill do anything to stay with you.” yujin begged, she wouldn't be able to handle you leaving her.

“why didn't you talk to me about what black cat was doing?” you asked anger seeping through your voice

“I couldn't, you already didn't like her, even if you never said it i know you. and harry’s my only friend other than black cat, there’s no one else I could have consulted.” yujin explained, answering your question and your next one.

“well, i don't know what you want me to say, it's an undeniable fact that you cheated. as much as i want to i can't just ignore that, i had trust in you but now i- i don't know. i- i just need some time to think, for now at least i just need some time alone.” you said, the anger in your voice replaced with defeat. you couldn't find it in you to be mad at her, not after what you saw her go through that night, you saw how much she regretted it.

“i’ll wait however long you need. but uh- before the break starts, please can you just kiss me. just once, please.” yujin pleaded.

with the intent to fulfill her request you got up from your bed and walked towards her. you reached up and wrapped your arms around her neck, hers lacing around your waist. you pulled her down and slowly placed your lips on hers. for the first few seconds you two didn't move, simply reveling in the feeling of each other's lips.

yujin wasn't sure when she’d get to kiss you again so she planned to make the most of it. you could feel the tremble of yujin’s lips as they glided along yours. the way her hands gripped onto your waist, almost like if she were to loosen her grip you’d disappear. she loved you dearly, with all that she was, she loved you. as her tongue explored the depths of your mouth it hit her, this might be the last time she did this. if it was possible, her grip on you tightened and she pulled you closer, not leaving any space in between the two of you.

the burn in her lungs from lack of oxygen was starting to intensify, but she didn't care. she didn't want it to end, not this soon. but soon enough the lack of oxygen was too much for you to bear so reluctantly you pulled away. you rested your forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes. your soft pants for air fanning over her lips. you didn't need any words, a mutual understanding shared through your gazes.

it was over, for the time being at least.

The black cat and spiderwoman’s relationship confirmed?

what followed the headline was a video of black cat flirting with yujin. you couldn't help but wonder if taking a break was a mistake, what if she didn't wait? what if she left you for black cat? these questions plagued your mind, you knew that you were lucky to have yujin, she was very attractive, and not only that she was such a sweet person.

you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the wrong call. sure yujin wasnt responding to the constant flirting of black cat but that didn't help to ease your doubts.

yujin on the other hand, wasn't in the best situation either. after the break was initiated she refused to leave her room for days, spending them crying over you. it was felicia who had come to yujin’s home and coaxed her out. yujin had told felicia honestly what had happened and how she didn't want anything with her.

felicia accepted this, although accepting though, felicia kept flirting with yujin. yujin didn't see a problem with it though because she knew that it was simply friendly flirting. yujin didn't flirt back and would just roll her eyes from under her mask in response to the flirting. yujin had long accepted that flirting was a personality trait of felicia’s.

though having caused a wedge in between you and yujin, she held no resentment towards black cat. if anything yujin was grateful towards felicia, the one who forced her out of bed. she considered felicia a very close friend and had nothing but gratitude towards the other girl.

your eyes were glued to your phone, you refused to turn on the tv and hear more news about yujin and the black cat. you had tuned out all noise keeping your focus on the video you were watching. the sound of your window opening snapped you out of your daze. it had been weeks since you heard the familiar scrape of your window as it was lifted.

your head turned towards your window looking to see who was there. a gasp escaped your mouth at what you saw. yujin was squatted on your window sill holding onto her abdomen. yujin had big hands, but they were not big enough to fully cover the gash on her side. her suit had rips all over it and you could tell by the swelling she would have a black eye.

you immediately ran over to where she was and she fell over into your arms. you helped her walk over to your bed and then sat her down. you told her to wait for a minute and rushed through your drawers until you found your first aid kit.

although not being as qualified as an actual one, you had been yujin’s personal little doctor. due to her being spiderwoman, she couldn't really go to a hospital so she usually came to you. because of this little arrangement you had studied up a little on how to attend to injuries.

you slowly inspected the gash and noticed that it was pretty deep but thankfully it hadnt hit anything important and with the right care it’d probably heal fine. you grabbed a small towel and applied pressure to the wound, you kept it there until the bleeding had stopped. you told yujin to hold onto it as you looked through the first aid kit for ointment. you quickly ran to the bathroom and washed your hands with soap thoroughly.

you came back with a wet washcloth in hand and then kneeled in front of yujin. you went to take away the towel that was pressed against her injury but you were cut off by her voice.

“i’m getting major deja vu right now.” yujin said, her voice suggestive as she looked down at you on your knees.

you flushed at what she was insinuating and muttered a small shut up before going back to attending to her wound. after you wiped away the residual blood you went to apply ointment to the injury. after putting on the ointment you stopped, yujin had never gotten an injury this bad and you honestly had no idea what to do.

“should i just wrap it up now?” you had never dealt with a wound like this, you were clueless on what to do. you knew that the only reason yujin wasn't losing an insane amount of blood and was still conscious was due to her having accelerated healing. but it was for that reason that you had no clue on what to do.

“you’re the doctor here, how should i know.”

at this response you simply shrugged your shoulders and took out some gauze. you carefully wrapped it around her abdomen until the roll was finished. you went to stand up after dressing her wound but you were stopped by her looking at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and let out a small chuckle knowing exactly what she wanted.

you reclaimed your position on the floor and left a soft kiss on top of the gauze covering her injury. after doing that you stood up, leaned down, and then left another kiss on her eye that was swelling. when you pulled away from her you could practically feel the satisfaction in her.

you walked over to your closet and pulled out some oversized clothes and threw them in her direction. you knew she could, but with her injury being on her abdomen you didn't want her to change herself. you walked back over to her and pulled her hero suit off of her, replacing the clothing with more comfortable pieces.

you laid back in your bed next to her, the both of you just staring at the ceiling in silence.

“do you miss me like i miss you? fucked around and got attached to you. friends can break your hearts too and i’m always tired but never of-” yujin’s out of tune singing was quickly interrupted by your groan.

“why are you like this?” you said in mock exasperation.

“i'm always tired but never of you, if i pulled a you on you you wo-” yujin continued, a wide grin on her face.

“please for the love of god stop!” you groaned, you would never admit it, but you loved it when she did stupid things like this.

“hmm, i guess a kiss could shut me up.” yujin said, a finger on her chin as if she was in deep thought.

“and what makes you think you deserve a kiss?” you questioned turning around on your side to face her.

she turned her head to face you and pouted, “i got injured after saving the city, i deserve it for my hard work.” yujin whined

you slowly leaned in, your lips ghosting over hers, “only because you're my favorite hero.” you breathed out before pressing your lips into hers.

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Heyyyyy, who wants the expanded excerpt of that one WIP of mine with transfemme!Kon, two glorious and terrible Amazons, and familial soulmates that's behind this here read-more?? (( tw: internalized misgendering, unintentional misgendering ))

Kon just saved Lex Luthor's life, so that's kind of weird and unfortunate. Like, he's perfectly aware that Kal would've wanted him to do that and would've done it himself if he hadn't been too busy bashing on the robot minions of the latest morally dubious AI to need dropkicked out of Metropolis, but also now the whole stupid world is gonna know he's the kind of dumbass who wastes time saving Lex Luthor.

Specifically, wastes time saving Lex Luthor in the middle of a situation that has at least an eighty-five percent chance of being Lex Luthor's own goddamn fault, just to really rub it in.

Look, somebody had to have programmed that morally dubious AI.

Kon can't even enjoy the fact that Luthor's currently knocked out on the ground and both of the dude's super-hot and allegedly Amazonian bodyguards are on top of him. And considering that the one's all buttoned up in a sexy chauffeur uniform with semi-sheer stockings and the other's wearing a black minidress and strappy gold stilettos under a trenchcoat, and that they're both at least six feet tall and built like, again, actual Amazons, that is a lot to not be enjoying.

. . . although actually, he can't help but notice, they're weirdly not his type despite the fact that they're both absolutely gorgeous and also the fact that he pretty much just described the stars of at least the last three pornos he watched.

Very weird, Kon thinks, then attempts to get out from underneath said porn star bodyguards. The chauffeur-looking one–Mercy, he thinks her name is–cuffs him upside the head, then pulls out a gun that he cannot even imagine where she was hiding and takes aim at the nearest robot.

"Quit wriggling, brat, you'll throw off my aim," she orders, and then starts firing.

"Aren't you supposed to be a fucking Amazon?" Kon demands incredulously. Since when the fuck do Amazons use guns? Since when is that a thing?

"I am also not too stupid to see the benefits of high-velocity rounds," Mercy replies dryly without missing a shot. Every robot she hits immediately explodes. There is literally no reason a normal handgun should be causing that reaction, so Kon's just gonna assume that's not actually a normal handgun.

"Always with the high-velocity rounds," the other bodyguard–Hope, Kon's pretty sure?–snorts as she strips off her trenchcoat and reveals a truly improbable amount of absolutely flawless muscle packed into that skintight minidress that Kon, again, finds bizarrely just . . . not hot, somehow? And neither is Mercy's narrow-eyed look of concentration or the fact that they're both still on top of him.

Maybe he's coming down with something.

Admittedly, he's pretty sure they're only on top of him to keep him pinned down to be a useful meat-shield for their currently unconscious boss's much less invulnerable body, but Kon has found people who were repeatedly bashing him in the face with an I-beam or just straight-up about to murder him hot, so . . . yeah, definitely coming down with something. There's really no other explanation.

"Hmmm," Mercy says, eyeing the swarming robots that are very aggressively beelining for their position. Like, these robots are way too interested in their position for this whole stupid situation to not in some way be Luthor's fault, in Kon's opinion. "We need to clear some space."

"Then you should've packed a bigger gun," Hope says dubiously, dropping her trenchcoat on Kon's head.

"Fuck's sake," Kon mutters, then flattens his hands against the pavement, grabs every robot he can reach at once with his TTK, and rips them all to pieces in one burst.

It's not easy, but he at least nails a pretty respectable amount of them, so he's got that much. And also, like, about a hundred-yard radius without anything that's trying to murder them in it. So that's nice.

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head.

"You're welcome," Kon snipes. "Can I get up now?"

"No," Hope says as a fresh wave of robots rushes them. "Do it again."

"Whatever," Kon mutters, but he does. He's got better shit to do right now than argue with alleged Amazons of unexplained origins. Taking out as many damn robots as possible, specifically.

"That's convenient," Hope observes, inexplicably dropping a hand onto the back of Kon's neck and squeezing . . . approvingly, actually? "Good job, kid."

And that, bafflingly, still doesn't do anything to his dick.

Okay, so he's probably actively dying of radiation poisoning from, like, some kind of new stealth kryptonite that Luthor has in his pocket or whatever. Luthor would absolutely be the asshole to have stealth kryptonite in his pocket right now, ungrateful prick that he is.

Kon really doesn't have time to be worrying about that right now, though, so he just grabs another group of robots with his TTK and does what comes naturally as Mercy keeps firing at the ones in the air overhead and Hope keeps her hand on the back of his neck. It . . . still isn't doing anything to him?

Except it sort of is, just . . . not in a way that makes sense.

Kon really doesn't have time for this.

Mercy reloads her handgun. Hope squeezes the back of Kon's neck again. Rubs the pad of her thumb across his pulse, the gesture more absentminded than anything else.

Kon feels weird.

Then he rips apart every single fucking robot left on the ground.

Which is . . . a lot of robots.

Like. Way, way more robots than he actually should've been able to get a grip on. Or even reach.

"Uh," Kon says, blinking stupidly.

"Damn convenient," Hope says, then gives his neck a neat little pat of appreciation before dropping her hand away. Kon does not examine the part of himself that misses it, mostly because said part has literally nothing to do with his libido and he just can't make that fact make sense. "Mr. Luthor? You with us?"

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?"

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots.

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses.

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough."

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly.

"Oh, that hit was a slight improvement," Luthor says musingly as he gets to his own feet and finishes dusting himself off, clearly far more interested in watching Kal get knocked around by the aerial robots than anything else. Kon flips him off on principle. Mercy pistol-whips him for it. It doesn't really hurt, which bemuses him enough to lay off the rude hand gestures. She's an Amazon, probably. Almost definitely. Either way, she definitely could've made that actually hurt.

So that's weird.

Actually a lot of weird has been happening in this whole stupid interaction, really, which is what Kon gets for saving fucking Lex Luthor's life.

Something explodes really loudly in the distance, which is probably the command center that Steel was supposed to be dealing with because all the remaining robots jerk violently and then drop out of the sky like rocks all at once and crash into the ground. Which–thank fuck.

"Hm," Mercy says, holstering her gun as she glances around the smashed-up street and finally gets off Kon. "We might actually make your three o'clock, Mr. Luthor."

"Unfortunate, given that I'm fairly certain my three o'clock is good ol' Brucie Wayne," Luthor says dryly. Hope gets up too and, absolutely inexplicably, offers Kon a hand up. He's so fucking bemused that he actually takes it, and she pulls him to his feet. "That man is absolutely unbearable."

"Mmm, I don't know, Hope and I usually find Mr. Wayne good for a bit of afternoon delight," Mercy drawls, sounding amused.

"Ew," Kon mutters reflexively as he lets go of Hope's hand and makes a face. Then he wonders what the fuck kind of kryptonite that stealth kryptonite is, because picturing two dangerous and gorgeous Amazons making a sandwich out of a slutty Gothamite playboy shouldn't be making him say "ew". Like, that is very literally the last thing that should ever be making him say "ew". Ever.

Seriously, what the fuck.

Luthor looks back over at them.

And then he frowns.

"Hope," he says. "Mercy."

"Yes, sir?" Hope asks.

"What the hell are those?" Luthor says.

Hope and Mercy frown too. Then they look at each other. Look each other over. And . . . pause.

"Oh," Hope says.

"What the fuck," Mercy says.

Kon has no idea what they're all frowning about, but whatever. An annoyed supervillain and his annoyed bodyguards are not his also-annoyed problem, at least not as long as they're not actively trying to murder Kal or blow up Metropolis or whatever. He's just gonna go make sure everybody he actually gives a shit about is okay, and then get back to–

Hope and Mercy's frowns deepen, and then they both flick their eyes towards him.

"Bullshit," Mercy says, her eyes narrowing.

"What, do you think it was one of the drones?" Hope asks dubiously, raising an eyebrow.

"He's a damn man," Mercy says accusingly. "Worse, a damn boy!"

"Excuse you?" Kon says, bristling reflexively. He's technically eighteen, okay? Or at least the rough equivalent of eighteen, whatever.

"I will say, not quite what I pictured for either of your types," Luthor says, looking Kon over with an unimpressed expression.

Oh, gross.

"Annnnnd I'm out," Kon says firmly as he lifts off the ground, because Lex Luthor just checked him out and he needs to go gag now. And like, scrub the entire memory from his brain.

Hope grabs his shoulder and shoves him back down onto his feet.

"You're our soulmate, kid," she says matter-of-factly. Kon . . . blinks.

"The fuck?" he says, and Hope points down at herself. He looks. There's a soulmark wrapped halfway around her right thigh, which is . . . weird, actually, because he doesn't remember her having a soulmark there earlier, especially not such a big and flashy one, and . . .

What the fuck, Kon thinks. He looks over at Mercy and sees the exact same soulmark showing through her stockings in the exact same place on her own thigh. He doesn't remember seeing it there before either.

It's . . . well, it's a soulmark, he guesses. It's gold–like, several different shades of gold, but all of them metallic and gleaming. He can see the shine of the mark even through Mercy's stockings. It looks like a mosaic of a stylized sun, all intricate rays and bright circles and interlocking shapes, and it takes up a hell of a lot of real estate, going all the way from just above their knees to who knows how high up under their skirts. It's . . . well, it's pretty.

Actually, it's beautiful, and Kon kind of wants to touch it. To touch both of them, more specifically, ideally at the same time.

And still not in the pervy way.

So that's a bad sign, definitely.

"Take your pants off," Mercy orders impatiently.

"How about 'hell no'?" Kon says, because yeah he has literally no sense of shame or self-consciousness but Luthor was just eyeballing him like a weirdo and he very much does still want to go make sure nobody he gives a shit about got fucked up by a morally dubious robot or anything. And like–okay, fine, apparently he has soulmates and apparently those soulmates are both drop-dead gorgeous Amazons, but like . . . he doesn't actually give a fuck right now, and also they both work for Lex Luthor, so that kinda doesn't bode well for any kind of long-term relationship or whatever anyway? Like, this is very much about to be another Knockout scenario. Knockout in stereo, even.

Ugh.

"I said take your pants off," Mercy repeats in annoyance.

"Again, hell no," Kon tells her.

Mercy grabs for his belts. Kon dodges her.

"Hey!" he says. Mercy glowers at him. Hope folds her arms.

"It's obviously him, Mercy," she says with a sigh. "We haven't touched anyone else but each other and Lex in at least an hour, and any of us would've triggered a mark long before now."

"He's a child," Mercy bites off.

"I'm eighteen, kind of!" Kon protests indignantly. If he had to forcibly lose sixteen-odd years of his natural lifespan, at least people could fucking acknowledge him as a fucking adult. Like, is that too much to ask?

"You're two," Luthor says dryly. "'Kind of'."

"Oh, fuck you," Kon snaps, scowling at him and also not sure how he feels about the fact that the fucking weirdo actually knows how old he is. Like, why the fuck does he know that?

"A literal child," Mercy says witheringly. "A literal child is our literal soulmate. In a V-shaped triad, of all things!"

Honestly, if somebody'd told Kon half an hour ago that he had two soulmates and said soulmates were a pair of smoking hot older women dressed like professional escorts who could both kick his ass due to being unconfirmed Amazons, and he was the focal point of their V-shaped triad? He would have very literally needed to go have a lie-down until he recovered enough to get some bloodflow back to his brain. And it would've had to be a very, very long lie-down.

Right now, though, it's just like . . . a thing, he guesses. A very weird thing that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, as far as he's concerned.

"Well, he'll mature," Hope says resignedly. "Theoretically."

"Oh, that's a turn-on," Mercy snorts.

"Look, whatever, I'm not into you two either but I'm not being a prick about it, am I?" Kon says in exasperation, folding his arms.

The other three all pause. Then they all turn their heads to look at him.

"You're not?" Luthor says, sounding mystified. "What, neither of them?"

"Not that it's any of your damn business, but no," Kon says, wondering what his life has come to that he's actually answering the asshole supervillain right now.

". . . you know, you could just come out to Superman, it's not actually necessary to so aggressively pretend to be straight," Luthor says dryly, raising an eyebrow at him. Kon, again, wonders how and why this weirdo knows anything about him, much less enough to have an opinion about his sexual orientation and the way he expresses it. "I mean, you'll have to put up with him 'validating your identity' every five minutes, I'm sure, but he isn't going to disown you or whatever nonsense you're expecting."

"I'm bi, asshole, and I am out to Superman," Kon says in exasperation. Who, admittedly, did kind of spend a couple months validating his identity every five minutes after he came out to him, but that's neither here nor there. "It's possible to just not be into someone."

"But you're not into either of them," Luthor says, eyes narrowing in consideration. "And they're your soulmates."

". . . oh gods," Mercy says in horrified realization, putting her hands over her face and staring at Kon through her splayed fingers. "Hope. Hope, are we fucking parents?!"

". . . huh," Hope says, tilting her head.

Kon blinks at both of them. Then stares at both of them.

"Are you high?" he says incredulously. "There is literally no damn way!"

"Really? Because it'd be one thing if you weren't sexually attractive to either of them yet," Luthor says, still eyeing him assessingly. "You're barely past jailbait, physiologically speaking, and that's frankly being generous. But neither of them is sexually attractive to you?"

"It's possible to just not be into someone!" Kon protests again. "That doesn't mean they're my moms, for fuck's sake! It could just be, I don't know, platonic or something! Or a sibling bond!"

Not that those options aren't just as weird and doomed as a romantic bond would be, obviously, but at least they'd make more sense than a parental one would.

"Amazons only get sister bonds, brat," Mercy says dubiously, which Kon guesses makes sense but also makes him feel a little–never mind. Never mind how it makes him feel.

He doesn't like how it makes him feel, though. For reasons that he's just . . . not ever gonna examine.

Ever.

"Yeah, well, last I heard nobody ever proved you two were real Amazons anyway," he snaps back defensively, clenching his fists at his sides.

"It's adorable that you think we care what anyone else thinks," Mercy snorts, rolling her eyes.

Kon very literally cannot imagine just not caring what anyone else thinks to that degree. Like–not ever.

Must be nice, though.

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #hope taya #mercy graves #lex luthor #rinfic #wip: amazon kon #internalized misgendering #unintentional misgendering

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angemal · 5 months

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hand slipped & wrote the predator/prey coded snowjanus / possessive!coryo i needed whoops

devotion, now & again

This is what Coriolanus needs, what he’s missing in his songbird. Sejanus’s adoration is a balm, soothing the need for recognition that has clawed at him since leaving the Capitol, easing the gnawing injustice of being treated as ordinary. Yes, it seems natural that Sejanus Plinth ought to be his.

In which Coriolanus’s possessive nature expands to enwrap his trusting, foolish friend. || 2.8k, T

(read below / on ao3)

In the cosmos of Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus has always been an afterthought.

It’s nothing against him, really. It’s only that there’s always been better people to turn his attention to, more promising buds to water and brighter flames to sit beside. And yet here they are, a rich boy and a poor one, a low-born district boy and a Snow, sleeping side by side in the barracks. And somehow, improbably, he started to think of Sejanus as his.

Of course he is. Here, in the backwoods of Twelve, there’s no one else who understands so keenly, who knows who Coriolanus is and the high legacy from whence he came. Unbearable as Sejanus had been, ungrateful though he may be, here, he is precious. And even though it takes some time to come around to the thought, Coriolanus reasons to himself that—well, he should belong to Coriolanus, shouldn't he? Sejanus owes him everything, owes him his reckless little life and being saved from the obscurity of an insignificant death in the arena.

Coriolanus knows too, with a lack of the teenage nerves that he’d felt with Lucy Gray, that his advances wouldn’t be unwelcome here. Whether it’s because of the way he’s aged infinitely since the days pre-Hunger Games or because Sejanus is so easy to read—too defenseless to hide the way his eyes track quickly over Coriolanus’s body in the showers or the flush of his cheek at a moment of casual contact—well, he’s not sure. But his boy’s artlessness makes Coriolanus smug as their conversations edge flirtation, makes him confident as he slings an arm around Sejanus’s neck and lets breath puff hot against his ear.

Yes, it seems natural that Sejanus Plinth ought to be his, so natural that he lets it slip during one lazy afternoon by the lake.

Lucy Gray had taken his admission in stride, cocking her head in that odd, observing way. You think he’d take me on too? she asked casually, and Coriolanus was struck with the image of them, Lucy Gray’s small, rough fingers running along the lines of Sejanus’s body, entwining with his large uncalloused hands. Oddly, it had inspired no jealousy, none of the stinging bitterness at hearing about the wretched Billy Taupe. No, if these two were together, it would be all the better; if they were together, they would both be Coriolanus’s.

I don’t think anyone could resist you, he’d said, and Lucy Gray had pinned him with that keen look for a moment longer and said Well, darling, then so as you please, so long as you bring home the stories to me. And then, with a sly quirk of a smile, and maybe give me a taste when he’s ready for it.

He had told her in a moment of strange recklessness, an admission planted carefully into a conversation so as to be easily glossed over. Hadn’t expected anything of it, really, but when she gave her—what, permission?—he couldn’t help but go for it. Coriolanus doesn’t think too hard about what he would’ve done if Lucy Gray had shot him down.

He means to go about it with some finesse, some care. Instead, one Saturday of revelry at the Hob has Coriolanus catch a glimpse of a Peacekeeper from another platoon—some dull, flax-haired boy nicknamed Heft—dragging Sejanus down a dark hallway.

Following them brings him to a back alley, where Heft has Sejanus up against the grimy brick wall. Coriolanus hadn’t been sure if Sejanus had been dragged off for a tryst or violence, but it appears now to be a mixture of both: the bigger Peacekeeper has Sejanus by the collar of his tee, apparently trying to lick the back of his throat. Sejanus seems to be trying to remove Heft with minimal violence, legs flailing and hands pushing at Heft’s broad shoulders.

Coriolanus takes a second to drink in the glassiness of Sejanus’s wide eyes, the desperate protesting whines elicited by the struggle. Then he’s angry, furious, and he’s bursting into the alley. The Peacekeeper obviously hadn’t expected much resistance besides gentle Sejanus’s struggles, because he’s able to wrench Heft off of Sejanus without as much difficulty as he thinks it ought to take, given that even with the training, Coriolanus is far from the largest soldier around. Still, fury lends him power again, and Heft is flung back, staggering as he whirls around to glare at Coriolanus.

“Gent,” he growls. “If you’d just go back into the Hob—”

“No can do,” he says placidly, eyes fixed on Sejanus as his boy tries to straighten himself out. “This one’s with me, I’m afraid. And besides, you got a demerit for that shoddy work in the square last week, didn’t you? A weekend scuffle isn’t going to look good.”

It’s heavy-handed, much more so than he ever would’ve dared in the Capitol. But here, such blatant shows are often better-received and more respected to boot—subtlety isn’t an art in the backwaters, it appears.

Heft glares. “He wanted it.”

“Didn’t,” Sejanus hisses, composure apparently regained, and Coriolanus shoots him a warning look. If he just let Coriolanus handle things—

“Did two weekends ago,” Heft sneers, knocking his shoulder heavily into Sejanus as he shoves his way past them and back into the Hob. Coriolanus catches Sejanus as he stumbles, hands coming to Sejanus’s waist to brace him. But he’s stuck on the insinuation—that, and the ghost-white of Sejanus’s face.

The door shuts with a slam, and they’re left in the quiet alley.

“Getting me out of another scrape? Can’t break the habit, can you?” Sejanus says, rueful and abashed as he unsubtly removes himself from Coriolanus’s hold.

“I suppose not,” he says congenially, eyeing the subtle curve of Sejanus’s waist and wishing he could hold him again. For a life fed well on Ma Plinth’s cooking—and even more dangerously, her desserts—Sejanus is trim-waisted and strong, his body firm in a way so unlike a girl’s. “I didn’t know you knew Heft so well.”

Sejanus’s face flushes a violent red. “I mean—we—“

Coriolanus lets him stammer for a few seconds before offering kindly, “There’s no shame in searching for company. And you aren’t even paying for it, unlike more than a few of our squad in there.” He nods towards the Hob. Sejanus takes the out gratefully, eyes cast downwards and toeing at the ground bashfully. His nervous boy, rabbitlike and so, so easy to play.

“I suppose so, yeah.” Then, as if needing to explain further: “Told Heft I wasn’t looking for that tonight. But he took that as a challenge, said another taste—“ there Sejanus cuts himself off, flushing an even deeper shade of red. It’s an endearing look, making him seem even smaller and more awkward, a stumbling fawn. Coriolanus despises that he’s not the cause.

“Not in the mood for Heft tonight, or not for company?”

“Well, maybe a bit of both.” Sejanus eyes the Hob with a mixture of apprehension and fatigue. “I wouldn’t mind being a little drunker. But I think it might be best to just head back for the night. Thanks for getting me out of that scrape, Coryo.”

He ducks his head, making to leave, but the strange feeling that had nestled in Coriolanus’s chest since seeing him pressed against the wall, that odd fire, reignites into a sense of resolve. “Happens that I put some white liquor aside,” he says casually, grateful that he’d thought to siphon some from the group bottle into a small flask earlier. “Thought it’d be a good idea, given the way Smiley’s been coughing all week. We could head back together and share—“ and he pauses for a deliberate second. “If you don’t mind my company, that is.”

“No, no,” Sejanus blurts. “I always want you around, Coryo. Or, I mean—well. Your company is always appreciated. I appreciate it.”

He adores this bit of Sejanus, that earnestness channeled into wide-eyed and generous gratitude. It feeds the strange resolve within him, flickering and swelling until they’re cross-legged and facing each other on the barrack floor and Sejanus is drinking from the flask of white liquor, face growing increasingly rosy with the alcohol. Coriolanus doesn’t try to match him—he’s never had the strongest tolerance, after all—and soon Sejanus is loose and lazy-limbed, not quite plastered but not far from it, either.

His sweet boy.

Without thinking, Coriolanus reaches forward, resting his hand on Sejanus’s knee. It’s blatant, unrefined, obvious, but Sejanus doesn’t catch on immediately, still bubbling with laughter until he glances up and catches the firm resolve on Coriolanus’s face. Then, he’s still.

“Sejanus,” he starts, unsure of what to say.

“Coryo, don’t,” Sejanus interrupts, almost desperate. He shifts, dislodging Coriolanus’s hand as he tucks his legs up into his chest.

“Don’t?”

“Oh, you know what I mean,” but the words aren’t harsh, only desperate. “Is this because you know I’m bent now? Because of Heft?”

Coriolanus had suspected Sejanus was odd in that other way for—well, quite some time, and that hunch had only been confirmed by aforementioned evidence: staring, blushing, and so on. He figures saying as much won’t win him any points, though. “That’s not it.”

“What is it, then?” Sejanus scrambled to his feet, Coriolanus not too long after him. He looks nearly about to bolt, or faint, so Coriolanus grabs him by the shoulder. Slowly, he guides Sejanus back against the barrack wall into an odd parody of the alleyway—Sejanus pinned against the wall, wide-eyed and yet this time unresisting, appropriately pliant to Coriolanus’s direction.

“It’s not anything,” he says soothingly. “I mean—Heft doesn’t have to do with anything. No one else does. No one but us.”

“Oh, really? And about Lucy Gray?”

Lucy Gray’s easy acceptance, her all-too-observing glances and her proposal all seem too complicated to explain to Sejanus. What’s the fastest way to get to him? Already, Coriolanus feels impatient, too close to assured victory to wait for a neat kill. “Doesn’t everyone get a little close with their bunkmates?” he tries, but knows instantly from Sejanus’s stiffening body that it’s the wrong take. “No, I’m kidding, Sejanus,” he backtracks, sliding soothing hands up and down Sejanus’s waist. For most men, angling for casual would be less intimidating, more easy to accept. But of course casual wouldn’t be the way to poor, romantic Sejanus Plinth’s tender heart. “I told Lucy Gray, of course I did. I’m not hiding anything from her.”

“You talked to her?” Sejanus prods, body still tight with tension beneath Coriolanus’s caresses as he pets him like a spooked rabbit. “What did you say?”

“That I love her. But—“ He adds just enough of a pause, enough hesitation to make it seem like a vulnerability. In a way, he supposes it is, and yet it’s been so long that Sejanus has been anything like a threat that revealing weakness seems insignificant. What harm could hedo? “But listen, Sejanus. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“So you have what, an understanding?” Sejanus is asking, still squirming, but with less force. “That you—“

“That I want you,” he says, because this is the point of it, the point that he needs to press home. “She knows, and she understands, she does. Sejanus,” and he kisses Sejanus’s temple, a trite, chaste little gesture, the kind his boy would like. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Coryo, this isn’t right—“

He leans down a little, maneuvering Sejanus to allow access to his throat. A kiss to his pulse point, and one to his jumping Adam’s apple, and then Coriolanus runs his lips along Sejanus’s throat, feeling him tremble. It’s odd, the incongruity between Lucy Gray and Sejanus: her body small and yet packed alive with energy, always dancing and weaving and moving against him, wild; and now he, larger of frame and yet meeker, soft with a pampered life, an easy and wide-eyed pet. He loves Lucy Gray, loves their dance. But there’s an appeal to this, too.

“That’s how I feel. What about you?” he asks, the question a low-breathed whisper against Sejanus’s ear. He waits for Sejanus’s acquiescence, for his murmured pledges of devotion—hasn’t he helped Sejanus time and again, after all? Isn’t this what he deserves?

“Coryo, I don’t—is this what—“ Sejanus stammers, but his head has tilted to allow Coriolanus greater access to his throat.

It’s not quite the praises he wants, but it’s headway all the same. “Hmm?”

“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

Not a no. Coriolanus thinks of the way the dogs of the district tussle, the way the losers flop on their backs, necks bared subserviently. Fitting, and a thrill rushes through his whole body. Here, a Plinth, the rich little district boy, shaking beneath him. And Sejanus has always needed a little coaxing, a little coddling towards the right answer. Easily ignited, and yet so trusting, so easy to guide with the right words, and so Coriolanus sweetens his voice, pitches it wounded and vulnerable, and presses his forehead against Sejanus’s, their breath commingling.

“You don’t want me?”

“God,” Sejanus exhales, eyes fluttering close. “Like I could ever resist you. You and your charms.”

The wording of it echoes what he’d told Lucy, and it’s oddly satisfying. She’s irresistible to all, his girl, and yet Coriolanus isn’t far behind. No, he’s the only one that could be worthy of her. The only one that could claim to have both, and claim both he shall.

“Then it’s easy, isn’t it?”

“Nothing about this is easy,” Sejanus says with a near-desperate laugh.

“Lucy Gray knows—knows that I have feelings for you. If you feel the same way, then why can’t we be happy?” It’s odd, speaking so frankly about his emotions, but he knows instinctively that such platitudes will unlock Sejanus. Just as he’d expected, Sejanus softens further, hands coming up to rest tentatively on Coriolanus’s chest. Closer, closer...

“I suppose…”

“I hated Heft,” he admits, keeping his gaze locked with Sejanus’s doe eyes. “I saw the way he pawed at you, and I hated it.”

“You want to be the one pawing at me instead?” Sejanus teases, and a smile cracks both their mouths, finally lightening the thick atmosphere. He’s Sejanus’s best friend, he reminds himself, and he laughs a little, pitching it low and tender in the way he knows never fails to make Sejanus flush.

Coriolanus drags his hand down Sejanus’s chest, exaggeratedly lascivious. “Maybe. Do you like it better?” Forget that soldier boy. Think about me. Only me.

“Yeah,” Sejanus admits, brown eyes enormous behind a fringe of thick dark lashes. “Yeah, I do.”

Unbidden, his breath catches in his chest, and he lets his hand settle on Sejanus’s waist. “I’m glad,” he says. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

Sejanus’s eyes flutter shut, body leaning into Coriolanus’s touch, and he takes the opportunity to maneuver them the short distance to Sejanus’s bunk. Something has changed, that switch flipped, and Sejanus has gone from that agitated state of hyper-neuroticism to soft apologetics, which Coriolanus drinks up and swallows down. He’s malleable as Coriolanus pulls him forward, sitting first and then settling Sejanus in his lap. When, finally, he leans forward and meets Sejanus’s mouth, the other boy is remarkable, as manipulable as putty beneath his touch.

“Oh,” Sejanus breathes when they separate, eyes glazed with a mixture of alcohol and arousal. “Oh, Coryo,” and then he’s come alive, surging forward and toppling Coriolanus onto his back with his enthusiasm. Coriolanus welcomes the weight of Sejanus above him, the comfortable well-fed softness of Sejanus’s body beneath his hands and strong thighs bracketing Coriolanus’s waist. He kisses Coriolanus in lingering presses of the mouth, gentle and worshipful, like a devotee. His hands are warm as they cup Coriolanus’s cheek, still largely uncalloused despite the weeks of work in Twelve. His loyal, devoted boy.

Somehow, he’d always imagined that engaging with a man would be a rougher thing, something hurried and crude. But Sejanus nuzzles at his neck gently, eyes wide and desperate for approval as he murmurs, Is this okay, Coryo? and You’re incredible, I never thought you’d— and Please, Coryo, please, unresisting as Coriolanus rolls them over, single-minded. And this is what Coriolanus needs, what he’s missing in his songbird. Lucy Gray is brilliantly alive and yet never quite containable, always wild, her ribbons dancing just beyond his reach. Sejanus’s adoration is a balm, soothing the need for recognition that has clawed at him since leaving the Capitol, easing the gnawing injustice of being treated as ordinary. Eager to please, Sejanus is pliant, giving, receptive under Coriolanus’s roving hands.

This has always been Sejanus’s place, biddable and soft beneath him, dutiful to his will. “Please,” Sejanus begs, and Coriolanus feels alive, feels as powerful and triumphant as he ever had in the Capitol, here with Sejanus reverent before him.

Wonderful, wonderful boy. Coriolanus will keep him forever.

(//if you made it to the end—thank you for reading! all my love to you, and have a wonderful day <3)

#oops forgot to post this on tumblr until now #coriolanus x sejanus #coriolanus snow #tbosas #sejanus plinth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #snowjanus #angemal.post

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Hey! I love your blog and your dedication to Elia Martell as a character. I have read your fics on ao3 and absolutely loved them. And I was wondering if you had any recs for us Elia enjoyers out there? Canon-compliant or AU it doesn't matter I just want to consume Elia content like there is no tomorrow <3

hi, anon!! thank you for your sweet words, they mean a lot and i'm so happy that you enjoyed my fics 💗. i haven't read many fics - studying is getting in my way -. but, i'll share a list of my favorites ones and my bookmarks.

* warning: it's LONG

First of all, I'd recommend checking Failed_to_Deanon, she's insanely talented and has a lott of elia-centric works

A Farewell by Ramzes - one shot

In the morning of Rhaegar's departure for the Trident, Elia Targaryen makes a surprising discovery about her husband and their marriage.

The Sun Rises Again by amn_elfire - fanfic - 10/?

After her death, the Seven give Elia the task of saving her people from Rhaegar and Lyanna's folly with the opportunity to avenge her children by sending her back in time to before her betrothal with Rhaegar was ever arranged. Or With her prior memories still vivid in her mind, Elia sets out to prevent the events that led to the deaths of thousands while never forgetting who was at fault for the deaths of her children. But she isn't the only one.

All Too Well by starboundheart - fanfic - modern!au - 1/?

Five year after a fairly clean divorce, Rhaegar decides its time for a family vacation - to Summerhall. Under the guise of his children needing to know each other. But as always, the man has ulterior motives. Or does he?

Elia's House of Ghosts! by biohazard603 - fanfic - 3/?

i can't wait to read this one!!

Elia buys her first house! She has always been drawn to that old abandoned tower, the Tower of Joy, and now it was finally hers! Too bad she doesn't know or remember the ghosts that were there first. or Modern AU where Elia buys a haunted house.

clear the board, reset the pieces by lostchildofthenewworld - fanfic - 9/9

All they ever wanted was the opportunity to go back and do it right, to allow themselves to be happy.

The wolf burned like the heat of the sun for her alone by Redroses123 - fanfic - 10/?

Rhaegar has to get rid of his wife so that he can be with the woman he loves. He does this in mad Targaryen fashion. Elia finds herself hitched for life to the second son of Rickard Stark. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise she doesn't understand yet. How will this change fates design. NOT FOR RHAEGAR FANS

Repercussions of the First Sin by Sunspear22 - fanfic - 27/?

It started with a blue crown...

The Bereaved Dunes by aurasjournal - one shot

this one is so beautiful

In the Bereaved Dunes, where shadows weep, A tale of love and sorrow, bound to keep. Elia, my sun, in your memory I tread, Through sands of despair, where tears are shed. I should've taken you far away, my dear, To Dorne's warm embrace, where skies are clear. But fate had other plans, a cruel twist of hand, In the Bereaved Dunes, where sorrows expand.

What if you go, what if you stay by Biggestscarinyourback - fanfic - 4/4

She listens to the eyes of violet and sits down. Her husband's eyes are almost this colour too, she reflects again. But not half as bright, certainly no laughter in them. His are darker, cold as they are soft, a confusing contrast that gives her no reprieve. They should have been burning, The Last Dragon they had called him and yet he lacks any and all fire in those eyes, as far as she has seen. The blood of the dragon runs hot, they had declared, she has it too, running in her veins, burning. A bittersweet look into Princess Elia Martell's life amongst dragons and lions, from the day of her wedding to her tragic demise.

Lazarus in the Sun by Anonymous - fanfic - 3/?

The Princess of Dorne is a marked woman. With her husband victorious at the Trident yet somehow still missing, now more than ever does Elia Martell find herself stuck between a rock and a hard place: to stay in King’s Landing with herself and her two children at the hands of a madman, or to take the jump and escape? A spur of the moment decision turns into a years-long deception as Dorne wrenches her way out of the Seven Kingdoms on the back of a lie. And though peace is finally taking root once more in this corner of the world, no sooner do the gods laugh when an unexpected figure from the past comes back and unsteadies the ground beneath them all.

Hourglass by spearsndragons - fanfic - 11/?

Elia dies and awakes on the day of her wedding. Armed with the memories of her previous life, she is determined not to let them come to pass. She will make the Seven Kingdoms regret they ever underestimated her. In another part of the Red Keep, the Gods of Old Valyria send Rhaegar back in time to fix his wrongs and ensure the survival of House Targaryen. Rhaegar knows his madness and hubris led to the destruction of everything he loves and cares for. Never again. OR AU: The Gods and fate reverse the hands of time. Elia seeks retribution and Rhaegar endeavors for redemption. In one life, they were husband and wife. In this one, they might just be each other’s biggest adversaries. But, while Elia and Rhaegar plan to prevent the tragedies that befell them, they find out they are not the only ones who were given a second chance. And not all who came back are their friends.

we fall apart as it gets dark by sunstealer (TheSunsetStar) - fanfic - 2/?

this one is SO dear to me <3

The apparent abduction of Lyanna Stark sets off a chain of events: Brandon Stark and his allies march to the Red Keep, where Brandon demands Rhaegar's head. A duel is called by Aerys, and fire serves as his champion, leading to the death of Brandon's father and Brandon's own imprisonment. It's only after these events that a letter arrives at Winterfell, written by Lyanna herself, explaining that she left of her own accord. The deaths of the Lord of Winterfell and the Heir of the Eyrie, along with Aerys' demand for the heads of Robert and Ned, ignite a rebellion. Elia, isolated in Kings Landing without her children, must play her role as the dutiful wife. However, complications arise when the man who once demanded her husband’s head becomes her constant companion, the Kingsguard sworn to her. Will she stay true to her duty or follow her husband's example and forsake it?

Sunset Embers by spearsndragons

Five years into King Rhaegar I's reign, the realm prospers under his progressive leadership. However, the same cannot be said for the king's family. Behind the walls of the Red Keep, Rhaegar grapples with his inner demons, and House Targaryen continues to be haunted by the war's tragic end. Water magic resurfaces across the sea in the Golden Empire of Yi Ti for the first time in centuries with the arrival of the Emperor's new wife. She works to uncover the forgotten history of the world, only to realize that her own past refuses to be buried. OR Dark AU: Is this love or a curse? To yearn for freedom while willingly chaining ourselves to someone, finding solace in the very shackles we can't bear to break?

wherever the wind blows by TheSunsetStar - 1/1 (part of a series)

Rhaegar comes back to her, bringing along a wife and child. Ashara comes back to her, grieving the loss of a child with wolfsblood. Oberyn also returns to her, having just returned from his journeys across Essos, offering words of apology. Everyone returns, yet her daughter never does. or in her desperation Elia gives her daughter to Varys and never sees her again.

Reckless by sunstealer (TheSunsetStar)

"Get out," she tells him. "Leave." "You're not going to talk to me?" His voice comes out hoarse; she wonders why. "You've done enough!" she lets out. He looks disappointed when she says it, his eyes clouding over. She almost apologizes for snapping at him. But she reminds herself that he shouldn't be here at all, he shouldn't be here with her. "Goodbye, Rhaegar," she says gently, not allowing any trace of emotion to surface in her voice. The name sounds foreign coming out of her mouth, as though it belongs to someone else. She wishes for the days to go back to before he met Lyanna. Before everything turned sour. Before it was too late. or Rhaegar returns to her but things are difficult now.

Baelon the Cruel and His Queen of Love and Beauty by sunstealer (TheSunsetStar) - fanfic - 6/?

Baelon Targaryen, the second-born son of King Aerys and Queen Rhaella, and the twin brother to Crown Prince Rhaegar, possessed an ethereal beauty expected of one with Valyrian blood. Yet, behind his captivating face, an aura of cruelty and ruthlessness lingered, casting an unsettling shadow over his reputation. And his sudden appearance at the Tourney at Harrenhal unknowingly changes everything. (or just a crack fic about Rhaegar's 'cruel' twin brother and his shenanigans at the famed Tourney at Harrenhal)

Right Where You Left Me by TheSunsetStar - fanfic - 19/19

elia is dead in this one, but she's so important to the story and i love this fic, so it makes the list :)

Rhaegar's life is spared by the valiant intervention of Arthur Dayne, moments before Robert deals the fatal blow. With their lives preserved, Rhaegar and the remaining Targaryens seek refuge on Dragonstone, eventually making their escape to Essos. Regrettably, Rhaegar is forced to leave his eldest daughter behind. Left in the midst of her adversaries, Rhaenys grows up surrounded by those who view her as an enemy. As time passes, she becomes entangled in the treacherous game of thrones, particularly in the aftermath of Cersei and Jaime Lannister's public execution for their incestuous relationship. Caught in a web of schemes and deceit, Rhaenys finds herself compelled to employ similar tactics in order to ensure her own survival.

#a song of ice and fire #elia martell #asoiaf #fanfic #house martell #fic rec

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The Great War of Tadfield Manor

Future Echoes of the Past #1

One of the books on the shelf that Jimbriel is organizing is Catch-22, by Joseph Heller. I have to admit it’s been a while since I read it, (er, several decades, if I’m truthful about it) but my enduring memory is it seemed like the author wrote it in a linear fashion, then took all the chapters and threw them up in the air and put them back together at random, because it bounces back and forth in time in a confusing kind of way. There is a method to this madness, however, and the structure is deliberate. It’s also dealing with bureaucratic absurdity, but that’s not what I’m trying to explore in this particular meta. It’s the bouncing back and forth in time bit.

Now we have two series of GO to feast on, we seem to be slowly piecing together the expanded history of the GO universe in an inferred kind of way. It’s rarely given to us directly in a chunk, it’s mostly by a comment here and there and then we try to join the dots.

So we’ve learnt that there was a great deal of time that existed for Heaven before time on Earth got started, in 4004 BC, maybe an ineffably long period of time, maybe millions of years, maybe not. Sometime prior to 4004 BC, however, there was a rebellion in Heaven between at least two factions of the angels. This event is sometimes called the Great War - which is what Aziraphale is referring to in S2E6 when he is removing his halo for demon-detonating purposes; he’s not referring to what us humans would call World War 1 in the early 20th century. The result of the Great War led to the formation of Hell. The angel known as Lucifer was the leader of the losing side, and he was known as Satan afterwords. A third of the heavenly host of angels were sent with him down to Hell, and this event is called the Fall. They became fallen angels, or demons. At some point, there is supposed to be a second War, one that will decide who is the winner once and for all time. Well, that’s supposed to be the Plan - God’s Ineffable Great Plan, right? And we all know how the first attempt for that to get started ended up, don’t we?

As we start to look more closely into parallel stories and scenes between the two series, some curious pairs of parallels are starting to emerge. And even more interesting is that some of these pairs indicate that they will get a third presentation - I’m not just talking about the 1941 Blitz scene here, there are others! And I’m going to try and talk about one of them here, that I think has largely slipped under the radar up until just recently.

There was a meta by @newfangledfancy here about the two parallel scenes in S1 and S2 involving miraculous escapes from being shot with a loaded gun, and we should expect a third one in S3. It’s worth pausing and heading over to read it at this point, but if you don’t, I’ll try to fill you in - and I will revisit in the future, as while it contained the seeds of inspiration for this meta, it also reveals something interesting about Crowley's backstory that's worth discussing on its own. You probably know what and where the S2 “miraculous escape” is referring to: the Bullet Catch scene during the 1941 Blitz minisode in S2E4. But where is the one in S1? It’s at Tadfield Manor, in S1E2, after Crowley has turned all the paintball guns into real guns, and Norman, on the yellow team, cracks it, does a big rant about his life and charges into the firing line of the opposing red team, only to be shot straight in the heart.

Let’s rewind this a little bit, because I want to talk about when Crowley and Aziraphale first arrive at Tadfield Manor. All seems calm and quiet. They stroll in side by side – and are each shot by a paintball. Yep, this has been watched over and over, comments made about the colours of the paint, how they represent their various “sides”, and the sexual innuendo in way Crowley miracles it away after Aziraphale makes heart-eyes at him. But you’ve all missed once very important clue about what was about to go down in the next few minutes that was right in front of you all along.

Maybe I should pause this meta just here and refer back to my big colour meta I posted recently. I specifically went to all that work so I could come here and discuss the following event at Tadfield Manor.

Firstly, the paintball colours. There are three: blue, yellow and red.

There is a discrepancy between the colour that book!Crowley and screen!Crowley gets hit by. In the book its yellow, but in the tv series its red. Just at this point I’m going to emphasize that yellow is not the same as gold; gold is one of the colours of Heaven, but yellow is usually associated with fear.

Secondly, Aziraphale is hit with blue paint. That’s consistent with both book and tv. Then Crowley blows the blue taint of Heaven away, because Aziraphale needs help to escape its abusive clutches, its not something he can do on his own. Ah, a cute demonstrative metaphor there, another layer to that little scene.

BUT YOU DON’T SEE A BLUE COLOURED TEAM IN THE FOLLOWING BATTLE! Where is the blue team, that supposedly represents Heaven in the following battle? Did they just vanish when Crowley snapped his demon-miracle into place? I dunno, but we just see a yellow and a red coded team for the rest of the battle. But if blue is always Heaven-coded, yellow is fear, and red, while often demon-associated should be seen more as an indication of passion…what it really going on? Who is at war with who? It can’t be Heaven against Hell, because Heaven is not present, per se, as you know it, and neither is Hell, which is usually green. Oh no, it’s not that black and white…because we are watching a battle where Hell doesn’t yet exist, there is only Heaven at this point. One side, one faction, in fear, the other fighting with passion, and the division that actually creates the ‘blue’ side is yet to occur…

We’re watching a re-enactment of the Great War.

Let’s take another step back, to here: S1E2, around 15.46 minutes in. Newton Pulsifer is about to start a new job (wait, what? What the Hell is Newt doing mixed up in this? To honest, I'm not quite sure...*looks at a certain at note she made IN ALLCAPS again*...oh ffs- that is the worst joke, its got to be one of Terry's...now I can't stop cackling...oh, god now I've spotted another awful, awful joke...poor Newt, I love you more every second...)

*ahem* Back to the impending battle. Because it's here in the office of UNITED WORLDWIDE HOLDINGS (HOLDINGS) - an office *wink wink* of management and bureaucracy, that we establish the tension. As Newt slides into his seat, Nigel the manager arrives to ask who is exited about the upcoming "training initiative." Turns out, not really anyone has much enthusiasm for it.

Janice is going to complain to HR. Nigel points out there is no "I" in team, and Norman, who apparently organized the whole thing, proceeds to pick the three 'eyes' out of the "team building exercise."

This is going well, isn't it? [Newt departs. His role here is done.]

Lets skip to Tadfield Manor and the "training initiative" is underway. The Red team, lead by Nigel the Manager, seem to have the upper hand. The Yellow team see to be pleased at a chance to let off some steam with anyone who has annoyed them, the bitches.

Then God drops in to make an interesting observation.

Firms these days expected more than that. They wanted to establish leadership potential, group cooperation, and initiative, which allowed their employees to fire paintballs at any colleagues who irritated them.

Oh. Right. Lets deliberately cause a little chaos so we can see who's got leadership potential, who works together, and who actually has some brains? Go God! Lets start a little War and we'll pick the new Archangels out of the winners? Nice one. Plus, we get rid of all the troublemakers in the process, and we'll just be left with those who like to follow management's orders...

Then Crowley ups the ante. As the young woman who was the only keen employee to come, and is on the Red team, no less, runs past and asks "Who's winning?" he snaps his fingers and to change all the paintball guns to real guns.

Cr: You're all going to lose. Az: What - what the Hell did you just do? Cr: Oh, they wanted real guns, so I gave them what they wanted.

You're all going to lose.

Aziraphale does his best to protest at the demon's bit of wicked mischief.

Az: But there are people out there shooting at each other! Cr: Well - Lends weight to their moral argument. Everyone has free will, including the right to murder. Just think of it as a microcosm of the universe.

A microcosm of the universe?

Who's universe, Crowley? Yours? The humans? It's a big universe out there...

Things don't seem to be going to well for some, and Norman, on the Yellow team, has finally reached his breaking point. He makes a declaration. I'm only going to quote the last bit of his little speech, as I want to deal with the first bit in another meta. As he takes off his tie, and wraps it around his head, he says:

"They want war, we're going to give 'em war! OK guys, let's go get the bastards!"

Hmmm. Do the visuals remind you of anything?...

He turns around to charge out - and is promptly shot in the heart. While it's Nigel the manager he is facing when it happens, it's actually the young woman from the Red Team who ran past Crowley and Aziraphale inside the Manor, who asked who was winning, that fired the shot. The implications of this? I'm going to save that for another meta.

The sequence moves on to the infamous wall-slam encounter, which I don't think we need to go over here, so lets skip to where Crowley and Aziraphale have finished questioning the past-Sister Mary Loquacious and have decided they've found all they are going to find here its time to leave. The police have arrived and have broken up the fight. The fun and games are over. As they walk, floating unnoticed and serene, through the chaos, Aziraphale starts to ponder.

Az: You'd think he'd show up, wouldn't you? You'd think we could detect him in some way. Cr: He wont show up, not to us. Protective camouflage. He wont even know that his powers will keep him hidden from prying occult forces. Az: Occult forces? Cr: You and me. Az: I'm not occult. Angels aren't occult, we're ethereal.

Crowley refers to the two of them as one kind of entity, but Aziraphale insists there is a difference - they aren't the same. Not any more.

The War is over, and the division between Heaven and Hell has been created.

[Edit: I've since finished a meta on the Bentley and it's connection to crossing the thresholds between worlds. I mention this scene in it, as it is actually a beautiful example of two different times and places existing at once, overlaid on one another, as indicated by the smoke - that's a sign we are in a subliminal space. Its why Aziraphale and Crowley seem to just glide through untouched and noticed, as they aren't really there, in a way.]

Will we see another echo of the Great War in S3? Possibly.

It's the 3-card Monte. Its the three cowrie shells and a lone caraway seed. It's the Professor's Nightmare, where you don't know how long a piece of string rope is.

It's a f*cking Mobius strip that has no beginning and no end, infinitely going around and around.

It's God's game. Only She knows where it stops.